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Navy blue iron, flaking off in the wind. A shield no longer strong. A sword no longer sharp. Upon touch, it crumbles in your hand. Skeletons lie everywhere.
An old brown moss covered shield. Ancient wood, creeper vines. The blood oil of many stain the shield, it hangs tall and high. A proud sword accompanies it. Dripping still with the fresh droplets of morning dew, contrasting the thousand-year tree behind them.
A stainless titanium steel, blood red with dried and fresh blood. The steely paramount texture of my shield meets another foe's face. A black vicious blade, curved in a bloodthirsty snarl. Exalted knights painted against the war strewn background. A single biohazard flag stands noble in the battlefield.
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