JohnStrong
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Commando
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Alberta
Posts: 565
Posts: 565
"No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable. -Socrates"
I climbed through the carnage left in the wake of my rune activation; a steaming pile of Ogre! Yuck. I thanked my lucky stars that I'd caught the monster in the middle of eating (the only thing Ogres love more than razing villages).
I headed north to chamber #46 and encountered a small, but steely arachnid! At first, I chuckled. However - I underestimated it's wiliness!
It was swift, pouncing about the chamber, biting me repeatedly with terrible fangs. I nearly squealed! (don't tell the other Guardians)
I took a quantity-over-quality approach and cornered the thing with rapid, zone-controlling slashes. Finally, I spiked it from the air and it's thick, shiny carapace gave way under my boot. Gotcha!
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I headed north to chamber #46 and encountered a small, but steely arachnid! At first, I chuckled. However - I underestimated it's wiliness!
It was swift, pouncing about the chamber, biting me repeatedly with terrible fangs. I nearly squealed! (don't tell the other Guardians)
I took a quantity-over-quality approach and cornered the thing with rapid, zone-controlling slashes. Finally, I spiked it from the air and it's thick, shiny carapace gave way under my boot. Gotcha!
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