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It was a hot sunny day under the dessert sun.I was riding alongside Sir Bazza,a friends of mine and a loyal knight.Behind me were the soldiers who were under my command to assault the town of Anubis,the Roadhogger's final stronghold in Damascus.

"You sure we can win this battle Muselk?" asked Bazza.

"If Father Torbjörn wills it," I said calmly as the dessert breeze swept through my beard fabulously.

After hours of riding,we stopped just far enough away from Oasis.

"Men,today we shall retake this city!" I began to give a speech.The soldiers cheered.

"We shall rid of the Roadhoggers out of Damascus and assure victory!" I shouted.The soldiers roared with bravery.

"If Father Torbjörn wills it!" I shouted once more and they roared back.

We charged into Damascus on our horses.As we reached the gate,we dismounted and quickly swarmed into the city and try to get onto the roof.We build our turret with pride.

Roadhoggers were dying left and right,and so were ours.

It was starting to look like stalenate so I sat down lazily.We were taught that laziness is transcendence.

The Roadhoggers were retreating.Victory!

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The sun was setting.I walked around the town,observing thhe damage done.My soldiers were picking up bodies and burnt them to prevent an outbreak.


I sat at what seems to be a tavern.Sir Bazza was sitting at the counter,drinking.I took a seat besides him and ordered the same thing as he is.

"I don't feel to good about this Elliot," said Sir Bazza.

"You always do,come on be happy.We won this battle," I comforted him.

"I guess so..."

"Hey I heard a local legend around here.They call it  Saint Zylbrad the Holy Bastion.Said that when near defeat in a dishonourable battle,he shall come," said Bazza.

"It's just a legend,Bazz.No need to get so worked up,"   I said as I took a sip of my drink.

All of a sudden,a guard bursted in,his face horriefied.

"Sir!The Roadhoggers!They came when we weren't ready!Our soldiers are being hooked left and right!" screamed the guard.

I looked at Bazza and we quickly ran out of the bar to see the town in fire.

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