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Post by Jya on Nov 27, 2012 23:05:44 GMT -6
Jya turned in surprise to see Calvin carrying Isabel. How many more people did she involve in this mess? This wasn't her fault, she never meant for her friends to get hurt like this. All she wanted was safety but no matter how she looked at it, there was an impossibility factor in play. Now she needed to get them all out of there to safety.
"Calvin! Here, we have to get out," she stated the obvious, now changing course towards the bard for a moment and then waving for him to follow. She slowed her pace, paying more attention to exactly what was going on around here. There was plenty of shouting, blood and the like, nothing she couldn't handle... This was all true until the dragon showed up.
She had never faced nor want to face a dragon in combat. Years ago, she had witnessed a city burn under the might of one. Some might argue that she was crazy for doing what she did but she was sensible enough not to face off against a giant fire breathing lizard. Although taller now, that amounted to nothing when compared to such a beast. She was no hero, just a survivalist and a coward when it came down to it (perhaps also someone who cared a little too much about her friends).
When people called out screaming, she didn't want to look back or see where it was. As far as she was concerned, her job was done, a failed one but she was over it. Never again was she going to try to extinguish the life of those two awfully annoying people again. It still has not crossed the mind that they might start hunting for her.
Like always she needed to focus on surviving now and worry about other circumstances later. She soon approached Lyrt again, instead of addressing her, she simply waved her arm and pointed towards the hole in the wall the gladiators came from. It seemed that a number of them was also fleeing back in there as well. It was their best shot now.
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Perrin
Monk
Err...I can't remember anything! *has a revelation* Oh, that's who I am..
Posts: 21
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Post by Perrin on Nov 28, 2012 16:47:26 GMT -6
Perrin saw the whole situation unfold near his seat as if he were watching a play. Another assassin, he guessed, had attacked a man with dark robes and a scar on his face. In a flash of light, the man transformed into a lizard from legends. It was a short fight, then, and the assassin knew he had to escape. However, before the swift man could run, the dark dragon took a bite of his arm. The assassin was well trained, clearly ignoring the pain he was feeling, and cut the remnants of his arm off. He ran up through the stands, and before he jumped a suicidal jump, he bellowed at the top of his lungs:
"DRAGON!"
And then it hit Perrin. That assassin had simply made the man transform so the already-angered arena fighters would charge in to kill the magnificent beast. The wyvern-riders that sat on the edge of the arena were already swooping down toward the midnight dragon. Perrin could hear the raucous roars of the arena fighters, making their way up the steps. How simple can these people be? No normal weapon could scratch a dragon, let alone kill it. And even if they owned a weapon capable of slaying a dragon, why would one want to kill such an intelligent creature?
Perrin was already formulating a plan to save the fighters from their own idiocy. He stood up from his seat near where the fighters were going to appear any moment, and moved up into the stands, occasionally taking careful glances back at the dragon. Perrin opened his book to a powerful light spell that would not harm, just daze for several moments -- which would be more than enough time for the dragon to get away ... or at least focus on the wyverns. Perrin waited for the fighters come into view.
But, as he took his hand away from the page, a bit of the corner ripped off into his hand. My book! It's beginning to fade away ... Perrin thought with sadness, noticing how some of the words and symbols weren't as dark as they once were.
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Calvin Toros
Pupil
Friendship gives value to survival
Posts: 154
Profession: Bard
Affinity: Light
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Post by Calvin Toros on Nov 28, 2012 17:13:07 GMT -6
Dragon!
Calvin’s ears perked immediately as his eyes darted backwards in awe. A large black dragon lured over the arena. Calvin was in… dismay! A dragon?! A REAL DRAGON?! With what little time he had he analysed the dragons figure. In definetly would he sketch this in his little history sketch pad later. They really did exist… A sense of magic and wonder, rather than fear, seemed to fill Calvin. However, even he as innocent as he was, cringed in both fear and awe at the dragons roar. Were… were more people going to die? He was immediately snapped out of his trance by the familiar voice of his old friend jya.
“O-OF COURSE FRIEND!”
Calvin held Isabel tighter and shifted her onto his back in a sort of piggy-back position. He timidly looked back at her.
“Please hang in there Isabel…”
Calvin dashed up, unable to outspeed Jya but managing to linger behind her at a fair distance. The trio ran towards an exit. As Calvin ran he was suddenly reminded of his friend Valcrist. He couldn’t understand why, as if his name was spoken somewhere or… something. Either way he was out there…. With that dragon!? Could he fight?! Calvin had never even seen it, he would be devastated to lose one of his friends but… He had to keep Isabel safe, he couldn’t go back out there…
“VALLY! PLEASE DON’T DIE!”
It’s near impossible that Valcrist could have even heard him, but of course Calvin remained oblivious to that fact. He turned to face a stranger with rather eccentric blue white hair. Then again, Isabel had blue hair so Calvin wasn’t all surprised. He smiled and nodded politely, noticing this was obviously a friend of Jya, but immediately he soared past the two and leapt through the hole that Jya had pointed to. Isabel’s safety seemed to take priority.
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Post by Valcrist on Nov 28, 2012 21:03:50 GMT -6
It was so odd. Any other time he would of ran, he would of just left the second such a thing happened. Fear would of grabbed hold of his very soul, paralyzing his entire being with unimaginable terror. That's what he thought would happen, that's the general amount of confidence he had in his self but... He wasn't. He was barely phased, what was wrong with him? He looked up at the dragon, almost uncaring. Maybe it was that everything was always such an unpassable obstacle to him that an actual unstoppable opponent only seemed like any other. That dragon was a monstrosity, no one could deny such a thing, but it didn't stop Valcrist from moving. It was almost funny, really, the escalation of events all trying to one up each other. First was the assassination, then came Richter being all crazy and trying to kill the assassin and everyone in his way, and now there was an actual dragon terrorizing the arena. The least he could say was his match was interesting.
Clair was safe, or as safe as anyone could be now. Airlifted from the arena by a pegasus, which is for the best. Now they can actually focus on the battle itself. Somewhere along the line came Mana to aid Wyatt, quite like he did. His mind had been so incensed with the chaos of the situation for him to even register he was still wearing a mask, or that his nose was most likely broken, honestly he didn't even feel the pain anymore. He was fortunate, he never received a single heavy wound in that match, if he had he would of likely died as soon as this started. Maybe he wasn't as unlucky as he always thought he was?
Wyatt began to shout about how they needed to do something, but Valcrist was already one step ahead and began to move. He held a powerful magical weapon, a masterwork of the Terris name, even as he ran it was as if the winds whipped up behind him in a gentle breeze gushing across the land behind him. He saw that Wyatt had the same idea and slowed down a bit, so that he could run side to side with him.
He didn't know if what he was doing would kill him, somewhere he knew it might. Another part, a much louder part, it was thrilled with the sheer energy and chaos of all of this. He wasn't Yaen, he didn't go seeking battles, especially ones he cannot win, but when he actually did fight, it was almost as if all his hesitations and worry melted away. "Let's do it Wyatt."
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Post by Mana on Nov 29, 2012 5:11:49 GMT -6
Mana was too focused to the weird feeling coming from her precious sword. It was like the sword had a soul, maybe also mind and desire to accomplish something. "I don't understand but...." The Sacaen's confusion was replaced by another when she heard a terrifying roar from the stands. It seemed that madman was serious when he mentioned dragon, at least the beast was really up there, looking down at them with those scary eyes. Even the bravest heart would waver in front of some ferocious creature like a dragon.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the black dragon coming into her view. What a big creature, she thought. Mana felt Falcatta throb again. "Do you tell me to kill that thing?" she spoke to her sword, which obviously didn't give the answer. She wasn't sure what to do, fleeing suddenly became an option but she then chose not to. Wyatt's courageous words had taken over her fear, it had helped to put some sense into her. He was right, a beast like that could destroy the city and endanger the lives of many people. But should they risk their lives here and fight the creature? Wasn't that foolish? In that instant, her legs moved as she started to follow her red-haired friend. Taking the iron sword she had dropped and then swiftly sheathing it while still holding Falcatta with her other hand, Mana ran right behind Wyatt and Valcrist. "Many innocents would be killed if that thing managed to get into the city." She didn't think and simply decided to act. Unfortunately, the girl seemed unable to keep her composure.
Wyatt called the Lost Swordsman with his name, Valcrist, but it had become too unimportant so she ignored it. Yes, Dragon > Valcrist. Although she probably would have gotten angry at Valcrist for faking his identity to enter the arena without telling her if the circumstances had been different, slaying the dragon was the top priority for now. She could do anything she wanted to Valcrist later, if they survived.
As they headed toward where the dragon stood, Mana looked at her companions, two brave warriors who decided to put their lives in line for saving people. "How should we fight that thing? I've faced many opponents who bigger than me but they aren't THAT huge," she complained as she caught up with them. It might be the first time she showed fear in front of Wyatt. Well, it was dragon they were going to fight against so this kind of reaction was normal.
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Post by Kenshin on Nov 29, 2012 18:51:14 GMT -6
Ardus had made blocking Kenshin attack seem like a joke, it's been a long time since he had fought somebody who could defect his blade and attack in such quick succession. Kenshin would have preferred to lead this into another attack but his enemy shared the same idea. Kenshin could attempt to follow through with his attack but it would be suicide to do so. He had his blade pointed at Ardus parallel to his waist before he brought his sword up to block his, he got it up in time to prevent the attack from cleaving him in half, it pushed his sword and cut into his arm. It was a nice size wound, Kenshin winced in pain as it struck his arm. The sand was too lose, just blocking the sword moved him a bit, Kenshin wasn't used to fighting in it.
Kenshin was use to the sounds of chaos as he fought, it was almost second nature to him but there was one sound that didn't blind in with the others. It loud roar had shook everything, the beast of lore that Kenshin hasn't fought in it's true form. The closest thing was some kid that had draconian features but he was still smaller than the swordsman. Was it fate that placed Kenshin here today with Hanon's bow? He was pretty confident he could still hit his target even with such an injury, but getting the chance to take the shot was a completely different question. He couldn't turn to the man that he's fighting and ask if he could wait a few minutes while he slays a dragon.
Kenshin had Ardus' blade against his, it was now or never to take control of the flow of battle. He was going to need to keep him on the defense if Kenshin wished this gash on his arm would be the worse injury he would take. He took two decent sized steps in the same direction the sword was traveling as he flipped his sheath around thrusted it towards Ardus while he pulled his sword back to do the same.
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 30, 2012 16:02:38 GMT -6
Kenshin had blocked Richter's strike adroitly enough, but even such a well placed parry had not kept the Ilian's sword from leaving it's mark on the red-haired Sacaen's arm. Appropriate, thought Richter, as his his own sword remained fixed against his opponent's, a clash of wills as much a clash of steel. If he was going to take a hit, then he would inflict the same amount of damage right back. And to do so on the Crimson Demon? That was a feat in and of itself.
However, the shout of "dragon" only moments before had also piqued Richter's interest, and in the span of the moment long stalemate between his blade and Kenshin's, that interest was satisfied by the great, black, looming form of a dragon he instantly identified as Marcus thrashing about in the corner of his eye. Shouts and screams abounded as the previously rampaging populous of the arena now began fleeing in terror, and as they did a host of wyvern riders poured out of the arena battlements, an inky blackness against the bright blue sky, plunging towards the arena below. During it all, Richter caught a particularly peculiar look upon the Crimson Demon's face. The Ilian couldn't be sure what the look meant, but something about it was concerning.
Dammit Marcus, what kind of trouble are you trying to cause?
There was little time to ponder the question. Kenshin slipped out from under Richter's ebony sword like a ghost, and catching the larger fighter off balance slammed the sheathe of his katana into his rib cage. The disguised Ilian could only wince in pain as the lacquered wooden scabbard struck his armor. The blunt force strike, although lessened by the leather, was lessened a lot less than a cutting strike would have been.
And as if to catch him flat-footed, Kenshin pulled his sword back to prepare for another, deadlier strike. But Richter wasn't about to let himself get run through. Ducking down, the Ilian turned his shoulder towards the Sacaen swordsman and rammed it forward in an attempt to knock Kenshin off his balance.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Nov 30, 2012 21:06:15 GMT -6
Delia reached down and hauled Clair up onto Sarna as the redhead slung the younger blond up at her. It wasn't a gentle manipulation either. It had about as much care as Ilia had rain. Negligible. Delia gritted her teeth as she heard her Commander's pained choking coughs. There wasn't an opportunity to go slower though.
The busty woman's red lips twisted into a sneering frown as she kicked her pegasus hard and and shifted in her seat, leaning back.
[yellow]"Hyah! Hyah!"[/yellow] Sarna leapt almost straight up into the air and gave a couple of quick downbeat with her wings, throwing the riders into the air. The green armored pegasus knight didn't have to turn her head to hear Corona crashing into the ground behind her and leaping after her, following his rider skyward. She didn't stop to look. Instead, she gripped her seat with her legs to stay on, while holding onto Clair with one arm, and raising her javelin above her head to get the rest of the pegasus riders to follow her up and out. If Clair wanted to believe them capable, that was fine. Delia knew that all these squires were good for was zinging around up in the air. A few aerial tricks they'd picked up recently. Stick them in conflict, and they would wilt like flowers in winter.
All the nonsense going on could be set aside. The dragon. Richter's fight. None of it mattered so much as getting Clair out of the thick of things , and finding a healer of some sort. This was what she focused on as Sarna continued pushing skyward, rising through the levels of the arena.
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
Posts: 176
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Dark
Dragon Element: Lightning
Profile: Marcus
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Dec 1, 2012 13:36:48 GMT -6
As Marcus surged towards the assassin, he tried to escape, but wasn't fast enough. The dragon felt the warm feel of flesh in his mouth and his jaw instinctively snapped shut. The taste of blood filled his mouth and he felt the resounding crack of bone snapping. Yet, it didn't phase the assassin. He simply cut off what remained of his arm and ran for it. It wasn't until he jumped into the arena pit and shouted that Marcus realized his true plan. He had wanted him to transform. He had laid a trap and Marcus had sprung it without a second thought. In an instant, everyone in the arena had switched their focus to him. Some screamed and ran. Some fainted on the spot. But then there were those who gripped their weapons tighter, their cold intent clear in their eyes. To them, he was nothing more than a beast, and this assassin had just led him to the slaughter house.
Before he could make a move, Wyverns began pouring into the arena, spears aimed for him. There had to be at least forty of them; Bern's finest, come to slay the beast of legends. Marcus immediately leaped into action. He needed to get moving, and fast. If he stood his ground and tried to face the wyverns head on, they would overwhelm him quickly and it would be over faster than he could think. He aimed a blast of lightning in the general direction of the closest wyverns and then took off running, trying to avoid anyone who still remained in the stands. The fight for his life had begun, and the odds were heavily against him.
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Dec 1, 2012 14:31:23 GMT -6
www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=mUnrWo6z9WY&feature=endscreenMarcus completely ignored Tuatara and shot lightning in what seemed a random direction. Well I ne- "WYVERN!" He took off after Marcus, flailing about. "Comming through!" Tuatara called out as he ran past and bumped into what people were left gawking at the scene. He looked back to see the wyvern's gaining. And he couldn't out run them. He grinned. As the first wyvern approached, Tuatara slowed, preparing for lift off. One... two.... "HAHA!" He jumped at the low flying lunatic, grasping it's tail. "Well that-" His eye's got wide as his moment of free fall ended, his arms feeling like they had been ripped off. "Owowowowowowowowowow..." He repeated this for a few moments. Well this is more like it, Tuatara thought. So now what do I do? Hmmm..... He considered his options. Well.... hey, isn't the leader usually in front? He grinned. Aw lizard breath, I dropped my gong back there!
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Post by Kenshin on Dec 2, 2012 4:36:27 GMT -6
Ardus had taken the now light blow from the sheath because of his armor, Kenshin knew he should aimed for uncovered parts of his body. He wouldn't let that set back stop him, thrusting his blade aiming for the chest as Ardus ducked underneath the blade scrapping his pauldren. Kenshin had no time to brace for impact as the large man's armored shoulder rammed into his stomach knocking him off his feet, he hit the ground rolling backwards to land on his feet.
One thing he noticed the man couldn't keep up with his speed, he wasn't exactly fully rested after fighting Yaen either. If Kenshin was to gain the upper hand he'd have to keep moving, float like a butterfly sting like a bee. The key in this victory wasn't one deciding blow but many weaker strikes to widdle his foe down. Taking notice of the fighters around him most of them seemed to seek fame by slaying the beast of lore. Kenshin sprung forward to his right taking two steps with it, raising his sheath horizontally to about his eye level he took a swing with blade low aiming for the legs. His movement was as fluid as the river, swift as the wind
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 3, 2012 22:06:59 GMT -6
Richter grinned wolfishly as he watched Kenshin tumble backwards, and silently thanked whatever god there was for giving him the common sense to invest in such a well crafted set of armor. It was nice knowing he could fight in his preferred, aggressive style without every strike against him leaving its mark in his skin, and at the same time not being physically impeded by the protection. Truth be told, between that and the yet unused magic lying dormant in his sword, he felt a little invincible.
But feelings of invincibility or no, his battle wasn't over yet. Kenshin, as blisteringly fast as ever, slipped inside the his opponent's guard and aimed a low slash that cut across the Ilian's legs. The sword scraped shallowly into Richter's left greave, leaving naught more than a groove, but then cut viciously into flesh as it ran through his right thigh. The commander grimaced in pain, and felt his left heel dig into the sand as he instinctively shifted his weight off of the injured leg.
A flesh wound.
Tightening his grip on Damonzahn, Richter lunged forward and raised the zweihander above his head, then swung the blade downwards in an attempt to cleave the red-robed Sacaen in two.
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Meanwhile, a handful of wyverns noticed the pegasus knights swooping into to address the injured Clair Feldsky.
"Should we deal with them?" shouted one rider, bringing his winged mount to a hover. A nearby rider nodded his head. "The lieutenant already has the dragon in flight," he shouted back. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind if we clean up after the Emerald Wraith!" The second rider raised his hand in the air and peeled out of formation towards the fleeing pegasus knights, and with him flew four other riders, their lances all lowered and ready to strike.
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Edrick
Shaman
Even in darkness one can devote themself to the light.
Posts: 114
Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Jack of all Trades
Affinity: Light
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Post by Edrick on Dec 4, 2012 4:31:01 GMT -6
"DRAGON!" Someone yelled up in the stands causing almost instantaneous panic among the people fighting in the arena.
A dragon?!? Do they really still exist in this realm? I have heard rumors but....... Then it hit him. Extreme wave of energy seem to be suddenly radiating from the stands above him. What is this strange feeling coming from certain people? I can almost understand it but..... I've never felt this before. Interesting. Then looking up into the stand Edrick saw a dragon. W-What?!? how could a dragon from the legends be here? And more importantly, why?
Hearing a thud behind him and a sudden influx of energy that seemed similar to his Edrick turned around. Upon turning around Edrick saw a man donned in similar robes to his. Interesting, this man is giving off a similar feeling I feel radiating from myself.
"Sir? Are you ok?!? Are you hurt?!? I can take you to the infirmary if you're hurt." Edrick asked a bit hurriedly, wanting to get up into the stands to investigate the once in a lifetime legend that had appeared in the stands. Even if this man needs to go to the infirmary I would still have to go back there to get into the stands.
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
Etruria Fame: 2
Sacae Fame: -1
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Post by Wyatt on Dec 5, 2012 21:30:07 GMT -6
Wyatt spared a passing glance to Richter and Kenshin, still fighting on to spite everything here. Of all the macho, bull headed...gah! Adults were so dumb sometimes! If that was being a man, he'd happily stay a hot blooded kid forever.
He turned his attention back to the hot blooded and stupid thing he himself was doing, no time to worry about their stupidity. Clair was out of the way, the arena was being evacuated, and this creature seemed to garner more attention then anything else going on. Which made sense, all things considered.
Wyatt kept running, Valcrist and Mana slowing so the weighed down smith could keep up, the three of them running in a group, and the crowd seemed to split for them. Either to get away from the dragon, or to make room for three suicidal teenagers. Wyatt was concerned on how he was going to get into the stands for only a moment. Apparently the dragon's capering about had collapsed a portion of the stands, making a nice ramp of rubble out of the first few rows. Now was the time to strike.
Out of the three of them, he was probably the best able to take a hit. Though he didn't imagine his armor would do much good against a creature like this, still, he was physically stronger then the both of them, so he'd be the first to strike and grab the creatures attention. Maybe he could leave an opening for the other two to strike? Still, he really did not want to get too close to this thing. As he ascended the small ramp into the stands, he found himself closing with the retreating dragon quickly. He lept into the air, bringing his axe down with a roar as it burned bright red. It struck into the stands, making a glowing red fissure tear open the ground under the creature and spew forth a gout of magma towards it. The attack was two fold. First, maybe the fire could injure it, second, the blast could knock it off guard, letting Valcrist and Mana get cleaner shots.
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Post by Valcrist on Dec 6, 2012 6:18:41 GMT -6
Richter was still brawling with some other person, his mind told him it was someone he knew but he was too preoccupied to spare the faculties to identify him. Still it was embarassing, for him at least, he came on to the field to help Clair. Or at least that's what Valcrist thought he did, now he was too wrapped up in a duel to do anything. He bet he didn't even know that Clair was airlifted out of here, did he even notice the dragon? Or was this duel so important it took priority over everything else in the world? He had to say, Richter really was different then Valcrist's first impression. A lot of the silent respect he held was gone now.
That wasn't important though, the dragon seemed to be trying to escape. A part of him was still lost in sheer wonder over the fact this was a dragon, a real and actual dragon. All the stories and all the tales in the world couldn't prepare him for the reality of it, in this environment he had no splendor, no majesty. It was all too real, and the dragon seemed more like a monster then any kind of beauty. It's scales absorbed the light with a harsh black, a sickly green undercarriage, its breath pure lightning itself. All of it made the other part of him all the more determined.
Wyatt moved first, unleashing a deadly gout of flames and magma towards the escaping beast. The flames erupted into the air and quickly Valcrist acted. He swung the blade over his shoulder, down to the earth, a blade of wind erupting from the tip as it tore through the air. It was aimed at the winged monster, but the masked swordsman made sure to aim his strike just right so...
It sailed through Wyatt's strike, picking up the some of the molten stone in its fierce winds. Sending a veritable typhoon of flame and wind sailing towards the gargantuan monstrosity.
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