Crusader in Equestria

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>Your body aches with fatigue, your wounds painting your body with your blood and your enemies' blood, as you raise your sword over your head.
>The knight kneels, his head hung lowly, his armor broken into pieces.
>He kneels in submission, hoping for you to grant him mercy, but you both know that a true warrior grants no mercy.
>Swiftly, your sword smashes through the armor around his neck and slices his head clean off.
>You pant for a few moments, feeling the battle wear on your body.
>In the distance you can hear your comrades' war cries being met with your enemies' cries of valor, barely audible over the clinging and clashes of swords and shields.
>The sky is red, with the Sun hanging overhead bathing the battlefield in a heat which rivals that of the depths of Hell itself.
>And then, you wake up.

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