[center][h3]Fierabras - Saber[/h3][/center]

[color=8dc73f]“Agh, I thought I’d have a chance to draw sword, but the enemies are all dead already.”[/color] Saber looked past the young man to where the strange soldiers were currently dissolving into piles of what looked like mud, a disappointed look on his face partially hidden by his helmet.

[color=8dc73f]“No matter; a victory is a victory I suppose. Are you hurt boy? I have something here that can cure anything if you need it!”[/color] Fierabras reached towards his belt and drew out a flask with a cork stopper, the contents within sloshing around thickly inside. The grin on his face as he proffered it towards the youth seemed friendly, if a little eager.

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