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A soldier rides forward, his noble steed barreling across the grassy plains. His quarry flees upon a horse of his own, searching desperately for cover. Suddenly the soldier rears back on the reigns and the distance between them grows. The rider, pulling ahead, lets out a sigh of relief. Just then the breath catches in his throat as an arrow pierces through his chest sending him tumbling to the ground. The soldier had given him a sporting head start, but none had ever escaped his bow.

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