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There were three of them. Pikemen. I stand calmly, preparing for the battle. All three rush towards me. I jump onto a palm tree and, pushing off with my feet, slash one of the orcs with my sword (where did it come from???!). The other two are slightly taken aback. But one still lunges at me with a spear. I cut the spear in half, dodging to the left, and pierce the orc's rib. The last one simply runs away. Now I can calmly gather some water.
Бог есть любовь




