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Turin
Turin ran at Lord Easthome with a burning hatred that had been kindled for several days, finally being unleashed in this one move. Snarling in sheer hatred for this man, Turin shouted,
"By the grace of the Valar, my family shall be avenged starting with spilling of your blood!"
And with that said, he brought his sword high and swiped it down in an arc across Easthome's chest, then spun around and with the momentum created, plunged his dark sword into the man's gut, only to pull it out slowly, smiling in a wicked grin at the astonished man.
You are dead, fool...just like all men that follow Morgoth to their doom!"
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