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The footmen stood at the base of the mountain and watched the invaders gather—almost triple in their numbers. The commander sat on his armored horse, unphased.

The invaders bellowed a roar of challenge, but was calmly met by the commander's bugle. Upon the final note, static filled the mountainside as the packed snow shook apart. It was the mountain's turn to roar.

The footmen stood, stoic, as the avalanche stopped just shy of their shields. When quiet fell once more on the white-blanketed landscape, the soldiers returned to their posts unscathed.

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