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Crystal Ronin
White light blue sword slash downwards. The bewitching armour decked figure strides into the underground battlefield. The arena his home, the crowd his family, the clash of steel his song. Shards of crystal grow within his wake, his boots slam down splintering slate coloured sand.
The gates open and the horde erupts towards him. His moon song blade rises and falls in the throng. Severed limbs lay around. Crimson erupts, showering all around. He raises his katana high to the heavens. His armour reflected billions of times over in the torchlight.
His yoroi is layered crystal, beauty folded and pushed into itself. His blade an eternal piece of the ground. He is the cores champion risen to defend her from all.
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