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The Assassin smile turns into a wide grin. The monk had definetely met his match here. Alas for this pathetic killer creature. This +10 sword of his seems to be nothing more than a cursed bastard sword to him. Even the dirty rag LS had just hung on it had more shine in comparison.
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ShadowMaster of the Theives of Darkness. I'm also an ice cream man!
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