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... his body felt like ants were crawling all over it.
Walking through the forest, his silver fish-scale armor and brass shoulder pads shimmered brilliantly, reflecting dazzling light. Winnie tightened the sabre at his waist, seemingly finding this action to provide him with a little more sense of security.
Nervousness was inevitable. This was his first time, in both of his lives, holding a weapon and engaging in a violent battle with monsters that only existed in Western fantasy. < ...
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