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Brave
It stands twelve feet tall, with razor sharp claws. Brave

It stands twelve feet tall, with razor sharp claws. Brave

I saw something that day. Something I'll not forget. It stands twelve feet tall, with razor sharp claws. His face scarfed with one dead eye. I drew my sword and... Champ, dad's leg was clean off.

Oh, that's my favorite part!

In accordance with our laws, the first born of each of the great leaders must prove their worth. Marida, stop! A lady enjoys elegant pursuits.

I present my only son. He took out a whole armada single handily. With one arm, he was steering the ship...

I want my freedom. But are you willing to pay the price your freedom will cost?

Careful what you wish for my mother would say. What's the worst that could happen? No more fighting!

If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?

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