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>>12469466

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Never fearing guns or numbers, like a Jinko to her meat, the strangers knocked the bandits off their feet. And the strangers swords burned brighter than all spells I'd seen before. And the strangers shields were harder than the heart of any whore.

As the battle tore the night while we stood with boots full of lead. The monstergirls were cut to bloody shreds.

Just as quickly as it started, then the fighting was all done. Oh the bandit gang was shattered and the cavalry had won.

Though we tried to call and thank them, not an answer could we draw. But their leader dropped his shield and this is what we saw.

There were thirty holes put through him and a gash along one side. And we knew when it happened, no paladin was alive.

For the markings were old Order. Deep inside us each one knew. T'was the men with hearts so true.

Now instead of riding off, the stranger then began to fade. First the horses then the armor as we cowered there afraid.

For as the paladins disappeared, the last to slip from view, were the bones of Jerry Souchin and his crew.


Skeleton Knights need love too guys.