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Laggy Lagiacrus
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Steadfast and stoic, Richard stood his ground, his own blade drawn in response. It was a simple thing, but still incredibly reliable. Forged of steel, the broadsword he wielded had tasted the blood of many a foe, its black leather grip stained slightly red by the many enemies whose lifeblood had spilt over it. He had to wait for his chance - one false move, and he would be outmanoeuvred, and Kieara would be killed.