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I'll think about it.

Suddenly, SUDDENLY, SUDDENLY1111111, Suddenly and unexpectedly, LOL SUDDENLY.

Blood surged through his veins, and adrenaline was ready to burst forth. From the forest behind, a noise was heard, strange, ticking, and clattering. Arandor looked around; there were no signs of danger. He gripped his sword tighter and prepared himself. From the forest, dozens of mechanical crabs with the emblem of a heptagonal triangle emerged at great speed. Arandor only managed to shout something incoherent into the air, and his legs automatically carried him away. Arandor ran, constantly looking back at the horde of crabs. They jumped terrifyingly over stones, leaped from tree to tree, clinging to the trunks with their sharp "claws." Their mechanical screeching, squeaking, and rustling instilled fear in the knight's soul. His breathing became impossibly rapid, a slight haze began to appear in his eyes, and his legs turned into two leaden rods, ready to break from the overload. Arandor glanced back again; the crabs were slowly catching up to him. The ground abruptly ended beneath his feet, and after a brief fall, his legs felt the desired coolness. However, it wasn't just his legs; it took Arandor about twenty seconds to surface from the puddle he had fallen into. The puddle turned out to be a large moat surrounding the castle. The crabs stood at the edge, rustling, and watched the wet body swimming towards the castle. It took several minutes to reach the gate. "Hey! Help! I'm being chased!" Arandor shouted. A minute later, a guard appeared on the fortress wall. Another minute later, a rope was lowered to Arandor. "Couldn't they just open the door, damn it," Arandor thought, climbing the rope with his last remaining strength.

Wow, I have an army of mechanical Arandoms, that's cool!