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Veni Vidi Vici
Jorah slipped the last bit of his out fit on then looked over at his blades, the main bit of his consisted of a flan bade staff, two swords, and knives. Seeing them he was always somewhat reluctant to touch them, though the knives were forged some what recently the swords and staff were ancient, forged when he became king of his clan. Slipping his hand around he gripped the handle of the staff, but at that moment a huge flash ran through his mind. Jorah was kneeling, it was hot, dry, and the burden of his large scars and pains were gone. Jorah's face was much different, much smoother not as rigid as his future self. A blade slowly came down and pressed it's tip against his forehead, a small blip of blood formed on his forehead at the touch of sharp blade. Two swords laid to his left and right then his large staff lain infront of him sideways, another flash ran through him as he gripped his staff. Now standing sword in hand he let out a beastly war cry as he sprinted forward, his enemies awaiting his arrival by the blinks of eyes. Flash, he stood staff in hand, ripping it from a body, looking up it was easily seen that blood covered Jorah's body, worse his face was covered in blood. Instead of the beautiful bright green his skin was now dark as a moonless night. Looking up toward the sky Jorah let out a ferocious rawr out into the air, showing that he declared himself victor.
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