Thread:ChazmanianDevil/@comment-26184570-20160804232358/@comment-26210095-20160826005827

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The fire cannot be doused. Azruben has the light of battle in his eyes. "Come here my friends, walk right into my blade." He says, as he unsheaths his thin blade. Around him is a maelstrom of steel, blood, and death. He is laughing, laughing.