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... could not pierce the red metal plates of one man’s armour. Scratches and cuts marked the armour for sure, however with only his head at risk, Ben could cover his face and neck in time.
His gauntlets clanked before the vines could strike, "Ignitia!" a ball of scarlet flame burst as he clashed his wrists. The vines shrivelled and hissed as all moisture seared away, leaving charred and black ends.
His swords, gauntlets and caught on fire of scarlet hue, including the armour that for ...
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