I hid behind a pile of rubbish and watched the two men
approach each other. One was large, jiggling as he pondered forward, and
carried a great, rusty hammer. It looked as though it may have been ornate
once, but time and lack of care had ruined its elegance. He was dressed in a
mishmash of armor. The other man was narrow and held a sword that looked no
stronger than a willow branch. His black-lacquered armor was elegant and obviously
well-polished. If they spoke to each other I couldn’t hear it. They circled
each other warily for some time.
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