Happy Life
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Fair enough.
Zelig despised the stinking, yelling rabble that filled the stands and went wild at the sight of blood, as well as these primitive amusements themselves, but the name of the round's winner grated on his ears. Unfortunately, from such a distance, he couldn't make out the faces of the fighters, covered in dust and blood. Nevertheless, Amos decided to stay for one more round.
Zelig despised the stinking, yelling rabble that filled the stands and went wild at the sight of blood, as well as these primitive amusements themselves, but the name of the round's winner grated on his ears. Unfortunately, from such a distance, he couldn't make out the faces of the fighters, covered in dust and blood. Nevertheless, Amos decided to stay for one more round.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
