The great knight ZeWind rode into the walled city, sword drawn, stallion whinnying. The citizens of the city screamed in terror and begged for mercy. The city guards ran forwards, only to get stabbed or decapitated by ZeWind. ZeWind pulled off his helmet, screaming his battle cry. An archer put an arrow into his forehead. Always wear your helmet, kids.
Lying in a hospital bed, ZeWind gingerly touched his wound. His nostrils flared with anger. He jumped out of bed. He picked up his sword and using the cover of the darkness, quietly slipped into the city. He found the archer, on night watch. His grinned and giggled. The archer turned around, eyes wide. The archer's bow clattered to the stone floor as ZeWind slid his sword through the archer's neck, hardly feeling any resistance. ZeWind sneaked into the soldiers barracks and saw guards...
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