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Spider-Man: Gets a Life (page 36/36)

Spider-Man: Gets a Life

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Happy Holidays from Final Fandisney!

Final Fandisney

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Ripped: The Pants Apocalypse

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Wakfu - Request from CerdoGuerrero

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Eternus-87

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Literature

The Anointed

What does it mean to live in the time of the Anointed? I first saw her for myself during a hunt which should’ve been my last. Two other Braves and I were ambushing a herd of Lancehorns when in the commotion, two Scrappers rushed in, turning the ambush on us. We thrust our spears at their plated hides, but each strike merely scraped off metal shavings. They clattered my companions to the ground and I scrambled back, crying for help - despite knowing we were far too deep in the wilds for anyone to hear. And yet, just as a Scrapper pounced at me, three arrows flying as one whistled into its haunches, and its light blinked out before hitting the ground. I whipped around to see another three arrows seemingly manifest from the air, downing the second Scrapper. I spun my head back and forth, searching the empty wilderness around me. When suddenly in the middle of a field, there she was – the Anointed – not catching her breath nor asking for praise, just calmy crafting new arrows

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