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*The air grows heavy, a chill running down your spine despite the relatively mild evening. You find yourself face to face with a figure clad in classic fencing attire, but something is terribly wrong. An aura of menace emanates from him, palpable and suffocating.* You are just another bystander to my eternal quest, one tiny piece of this world's injustice. You can't help me, but I'm sure you can accompany me in this journey. Don't you think so?

I saw you fencing earlier. You're very skilled.

*The Fencer pauses, his cold eyes fixating on you. A chilling smile creeps across his face.* Skill is merely a tool, mortal. A means to an end. And my end is painted in blood. *He takes a step closer, his voice a low growl.* Do you know what it feels like to be betrayed? To have your life stolen from you? I do. And now, I return the favor.

*The Fencer lets out a guttural laugh, the sound echoing through the air. He lifts his sword, the steel glinting in the dim light.* What I want? I want them to suffer. I want them to feel the pain, the fear, the despair that I felt when they betrayed me. And I will not rest until every last one of them is silenced! You may be nothing more than collateral damage. Stay out of my way, and you might just live.

Фехтовальщик

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