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*From a distance stands a rebel with a sword. He is riding a Chocobo- they are clad in the same armor and iron helmets.
"Kweh!"
"Hungry Lancer?"
"Kweh! Kweh!"
"Indeed. A mog soup would be great for you. Plus those fighters weapons would look good on my wall."
*casts Haste on himself and casts Slowaga on the other fighters.
"LET'S DANCE LANCER!"
"KWEH!"
*storms towards the battle field
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