Because you feared her, as we once did.
[b]I sheathe my blade and hold her Estoc in two hands.[/b]
Count yourself lucky we're letting you leave.
English
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[i]Please, you peasants couldn't stop me if you tried. I dwarf that woman...[/i]
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So it would seem... [b]The five Marauders leave the hillside, for ashes are all that remain.[/b]