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2024-10-29 19:42:56Markus leapt to one side as the paw came crashing down again. The ground shook as it landed where he’d stood a moment ago, causing him to stumble as the Golden Lion Lord tried to paw him once more.
Half-panicked, Markus dropped his sword and his shield, giving up on blocking entirely and focused on running. He dodged the paw, leapt aside as the ground shook from the impact, rolled as far and as fast as he could, only to fail to escape the next slam. Pieces of Frame went scattering across the field.
Astonishingly, though the veteran legionnaire had the wind knocked clear out of him, as far as injuries went, Markus wasn’t all that hurt. Was his armor really that good? Markus had a moment of doubt before he glanced at the Golden Lion Lord and saw the big cat actually yawn.
Looking at it from the lion’s point of view, Markus suddenly had a burst of insight and felt all the more miserable for it.
The Golden Lion Lord was just toying with him!
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