The Last Samurai

Surrounded by a vast shroud of fog, Dash was tiring. An inner voice was calling to him to find his other nine Red Ronin brethren in the fight against the Dark Ronins. Wielding his blade like a machete through the dense Hedge Wizard Wood forest, he could see glimmers of light awaiting him on the other side.

As his reticent lynx companion trotted on, Dash’s fervor began to increasing. Time was of the essence to reclaim his honor in combat at Kelpie’s bay. Cleaning his jagged blade against his red armor shoulder plate, he let out a loud sigh and carried on. Today was not the day to let his brothers in arms down and betray the unspoken code of the samurai.

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