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I will earn my father's armor, noble king...
...by serving you in the battle. A fine thrust. I will kill many Qeynosians. Raise your shield. - Sire? - Raise your shield as high as you can. Your father should have taught you how our phalanx works. We fight... ...as a single, impenetrable unit. That is the source of our strength. Each Freeportian protects the man to his left... ...from thigh to neck with his shield. A single weak spot and the phalanx shatters. From thigh to neck, Hangtime Harry. I am sorry, my friend. - But not all of us were made to be soldiers. - But I... - lf you want to help in a Freeportian victory... - Yes. ...clear the battlefield of the dead, tend the wounded, bring them water... ...but as for the fight itself... ...I cannot use you. | ||
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Last edited by Sorath; 09-26-2011 at 11:27 PM..
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