Arcus cussed, and spat. Not another cursed enemy. He adjusted his armour, and tightened a leather strap that had come loose. He pulled out his bow, and strung it imediately. "What colour?" He asked, turning to a neighbour fighter. He sneered, a cocky smile curving on his lips, not noticing the blood trickle down from his thigh. -- The Clearing

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