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You cut through your own troops without concern, killing the Giaks almost as if they were not there in order to face their enemy. The Lunarlian looks at you in shock, clearly disgusted at how you've treated your own troops. Soon, however, you know he will have no expression to show at all, except that of the overwhelming horror of death. Raising your weapon, you attack.

Lunarlian Footman: Combat Skill 15 Endurance 16

If you win this combat, turn to 3.

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