Glass cracks. Shards fall. You cry… Hold.
You gasp. A
gash on your hand.
You fall as
your blood drops.
A word.
Allay worry. Roar!
Call
on your guard.
War draws you...
A clash follows..
Shards wound
You. Can.
Crush.
All
.
.
.
.
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