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Etor line of vision was already fixed on the upcoming enemy. With only a nod to A shut, The youngling doffs his breastplate. He stows it with a longing look and a quick buff of a scuff, it is put away and Etor begins his assault. Every soul on the field fights knowing they could be breathing their last breath. With new deftness in his stride, Etor finally prepared to risk it all in the heat of battle. The young spearman twirls his weapon around as he makes his way to the first test of his resolve.

[center][sub][i]Etor moves 6 tiles to [b]L-6[/b] [/i][/sub][/center][/indent][/indent]