The two fighters are suddenly distracted by a smell. A smell that carries the aura of pestilence and evil. Turning to the source of the stench, they see a third fighter step out of the shadows. His armour is heavy, his face hidden by thick beard and moustache, and he carries a large side of beef in his gauntlet-ridden hand.
He boasts his supreme meat handling skills as he swings his meal around his head and behind his back. Bits of gristle and sauce fly off with deadly accuracy into his opponents faces. The Meat Juggler seizes the opportunity and rushes beefily towards the Master of Badly Realised Similies (MoBRS) and makes his attack on the incapacitated adversary.
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