Benny. (VERY DRAMATIC CINEMATIC VER.)

In a battlefield of fighting, a costly move is about to be made. Thou be targeted, be it declared. The two venture off from old play, finding interest much inspiring from the player, who seemingly hates squirrels. Be it, if he sees it, I hope he plays nice. As it shadows the line of entertainment, the beginning of rivalry has begun. Or so it love? I can hear one heart beating in the battlefield. Though, maybe, it shatters in the end. When will everything end?
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