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Zingsing watched Fighter pass out, regain consciousness, and get up on his feet again. She sighed. He really was strangely endearing. Perhaps he liked his voicebox where it was. Perhaps becoming his ally would help her more than stealing his now ragged voice....
Fighter was standing a few feet away with another sword drawn, blinking stupidly in the sunlight. Zingsing kneeled and said, "Forgive me, strange knight. I didn't realize how strong you are. I see my tounge is no match to your..... er, strength. Let me join you in battle so that I may say I helped the great.... What did you say your name was?"
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go cubs!
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