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Fully armed, Ushumgallu feels his accuracy decrease by 20%, and his evasion by 10%.
- It's a little unusual, isn't it? - Honor suddenly asked, peering inside, - I heard that it's normal... You just need to get used to it. Well, maybe you already knew that, and I'm just being smart. Sir Kire has arrived.
His shoulders ached, he barely had the strength to lift his arms, and considering that this wasn't even the heaviest gear, Ushumgallu couldn't understand why it was considered normal. Refusing to believe that he was so weak, the Calcite wanted to take off at least the shield and gloves, but Sir Kire didn't give him time. Maybe he'll have time to adjust the equipment later; it's not right to keep everyone waiting now. Author
H-Honor," Iliman tugged at his comrade's sleeve and whispered, "this is all... suspicious. What if it's some kind of kidnapper? - Come on, that only happens in books. - Really?... Okay...
Without any reflection, Ushumgallu follows the knight.
- I shouldn't have even left the house; a brick might fall on my head, or lightning might strike... - the Calcite muttered quietly, but loud enough for Iliman to hear. Sometimes, it only took a few minutes for Ushumgallu to seriously dislike someone, and Iliman was one of those people.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Граф Орлов
