Upon this mount I make a stand, before me a wild band. Fangs and claws, steel and death. I saw the mighty sun rise from the east, and for me may never set in the west. Oh mighty divinity, give me speed and magic, to face these beasts without my life ending so tragic. I raise my great sword, and ready my heavy shield, while ice slides beneath my feet, and a cold breeze strikes my face. To this fight I rise, let it begin.
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