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He is reknowned throughout the land. His reputation, spread like a warm buttery substance, spills all over the battlefield. As his ursine cloak flutters in the biting wind, he raises his head to fix his gaze upon the oafish fighter opposing him.
'Behold!' he bellows!
'Tremble at my feet, for i am the MASTER OF BADLY REALISED SIMILIES!'
with these words, an electrical crackle of energy shoots forward towards the fighter like a majestic but slightly overweight seal...
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