Happy Life
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- Uh, yeah, that happened. Zibaba, - straightening up with some difficulty, he offered a greeting with a name he'd rather never utter again. - Thought it would go better, but that Scar just crushed me. It was like he didn't have a weapon, but a door on a stick. So, that's what your style looks like, - he glances at her weapon belt. - Not quite what I'm used to. Something exotic?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
