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Nor should he.
is that we buy carnival and soccer skins, the game needs more colors than black.
And will the sword come with the duelist update? Well, I'll just play when they release it. Good game to you, exiles.
imagine being as afraid of girls as this guy. . .
That's funny because alongside Flails, Spears were my most anticipated weapon to see in PoE2. This is 100% my league.
It really is a bit odd. Perhaps he is just deeply insecure and is subconsciously envious and intimidated by a girl having a much larger and more impressive spear than he does.
and I can not lie
When I see a big Sword I wanna
Swing it bing it bring
to a Orc cave and
chop chop swing that fatty Sword
CIV
Common the fight is now and marvellous.
The count Rollanz no way himself secures,
Strikes with his spear, long as the shaft endures,
By fifteen blows it is clean broken through
Then Durendal he bares, his sabre good
Spurs on his horse, is gone to strike Chemuble,
The helmet breaks, where bright carbuncles grew,
Slices the cap and shears the locks in two,
Slices also the eyes and the features,
The hauberk white, whose mail was close of woof,
Down to the groin cuts all his body through
To the saddle; with beaten gold 'twas tooled.
Upon the horse that sword a moment stood,
Then sliced its spine, no join there any knew,
Dead in the field among thick grass them threw.
After he said "Culvert, false step you moved,
From Mahumet your help will not come soon.
No victory for gluttons such as you."
CV
The count Rollanz, he canters through the field,
Holds Durendal, he well can thrust and wield,
Right great damage he's done the Sarrazines
You'd seen them, one on other, dead in heaps,
Through all that place their blood was flowing clear!
In blood his arms were and his hauberk steeped,
And bloodied o'er, shoulders and neck, his steed.
And Oliver goes on to strike with speed;
No blame that way deserve the dozen peers,
For all the Franks they strike and slay with heat,
Pagans are slain, some swoon there in their seats,
Says the Archbishop: "Good baronage indeed!"
"Monjoie" he cries, the call of Charles repeats.
AOI.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DREG0dOW8jw