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Serratus nodded and whipped out the Dark Blade of Ajunta Pall. He twirled it deftly and started slicing his way through the undergrowth, severing limbs of trees and creeper vines. The humid conditions were taking a heavy toll on Serratus. Despite the vornskr motif of his armour, he was nowhere near as suited to the jungle as the vicious predator. Tundra, sure, boreal forest, no problem, searing desert, not a bother, barren, bleak acid wasteland, why not?, but this jungle was just horrible. As the sweat of his forehead dripped into his mouth, Serratus turned to Crozeus.
"Anything exciting back there?" _________________
If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.
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