Roman stands at the edge of the courtyard, in grass now a smoldering brown. Holding the remains of a metal handrail like a baseball bat, he glares upwards at the Charred Hun – again hovering above him and formulating a fresh pair of fireballs.

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    Roman
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    Charred Hun