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Stepping out from someplace hidden, the shadows creep across his face as he walks out into the open, making his presence known to the onlookers.
"Would the lot of you kindly...shut up?" - "Or am I going to have to beat you until you are no longer able to mutter the sounds of pain..."
He stood tall, with a stoic look on his face. Unimpressed with the company he now found himself. He crossed his arms and adjusted his footing.
"If any of you feel like you're lucky enough to go head on with the walking slaughter-house that I am..." He raised his arms out to his sides, extending them fully and leaning inwards towards them. "Then prepare for regicide."
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