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"Come at me, anyone!" Boasted the champion. His red silk tunic remained spotless, despite the number of combats he'd been in that day.

A halfling man in ill-fitting leather armor walked into the arena. His weapon, a war pick, was almost as tall as he was.

"Aww, and what do they call you? Mouse?" The champion taunted.

"Even a mouse can bring down an elephant," replied the halfling. He swung his war pick around in front of him and patted its blood-stained point reassuringly. "But to you, I am a charging bull, and you're my red flag. Mind the horns."

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Michael

This is awesome! War Picks don't get enough love.