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"They're decent guys, quick on their feet," Tylen said, stretching his shoulders, which had stiffened from running in heavy armor. "We had so many problems with these Larians during the last war..." He approached the body of a soldier, cleaved in two by a heavy, two-handed sword, and kicked his rifle with his foot. "I have a feeling that the time is not far off when these muskets will leave our blacksmiths without work. What's the point of armor and swords against such firepower? Ugh. Sigh."