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"I grow tired of waiting...the time is now...prepare yourselves!"
The Mercenary casts Haste on himself and begins to sprint across the bloodstained battlefield...increasing speed with each stride he takes. Still with his hand on the Masamune's handle he draws it out from under his belt. With nothing more than a flash from the steel of his blade the Sword 4 Hire gallops towards his foes...
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and for now the tired soldier sheathes his sword...
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