For the fifteenth time in the last half an hour, Thousand Roads hit the forest floor, legs and arms akimbo. Forlorn, forgotten, his staff rolled away into the undergrowth. His opponent smiled, scarred face stretching into an even less appealing shape.
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That was a nice spin on the module we did together. I really love the turn around you put on the whooping you got and made it a lesson.
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