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Once his grip tightened, his opponent knew the match had begun. The secret ritual had been set in stone for centuries, and the anaesthetic had worn off in the previous decade anyway. Although the cows cape had been torn and his body buckled, he stumbled awkwardly towards his opponent in the light grey vest, not looking at his cronies behind him. The sword was raised and a resonance of cacophonia rang around the crowds.
Excalibur rang down on his opponent but he moved, with minimal effort. The cow was stunned. Anymore raises would require huge effort. He looked to the lady in red. She was appalled, and walking out of the Stadia at keast 10 minutes early, he felt tears in his eyes. The sword was dropped, fight, dejection, cadence and disallusion.