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- Moonbrand came down and across a row of Redcloak weapons, transforming spears into splintered staves in an instant. The Werewolf stepped forward, pushing the useless weapons aside with his shoulder, and bringing his sword back along the line. With the distance between them now closed, the white Sturmish blade found the Redcloak torsos, ripping a terrible cut through them. The men went down as the Wolf advanced, inspired to greater deeds by Miloqi’s terrible wail ringing in his ears.
- B6 P3 C6
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