Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
One last roll, one last push, and the catapult had made it over the knoll, towards the portal, and with him alongside it. In the meantime, Oliver had at least settled on coming to the conclusion that a decision was necessary, and the General withheld a sigh. The future was tenuous, uncertain, and bizarre; no telling where the calamity would strike, hold, or fire next, and while they could prepare, plan, and forge ahead, there still wasn’t anything other than their own fortitude, mettle, and assurance gathered within. So the beast nodded, the cinders of the shrug threatening to rise over his shoulders once more hastened down again. With the promise of armor, along with sent measurements (the notion of a personal flair nearly making him snort), all that was left was to traverse back towards mountains; the rumble forming along his chest in response. “Sure. Good luck.” Apparently the blacksmith would need it.
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