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The warrior

The warrior not to be reckoned with fear, intimidation his domain. In his prime, many battles were fought, hands stained with the blood of innocence. Why? you ask, a name had to be made, for he who is feared is respected . Time kills him, a fight he can not win, in his frail shell he awaits his death. Contest: PARALLELOGRAM DE CRYSTALLINE - nette onclaud M.Mahauariki © 2012

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