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The bullets merely pinged off of the figure's armour as he turned to the group of assailants. [i]"Hilarious... The Dojo's own military? Pathetic. In the old days, we were capable enough to hold our own... Now everybody relies on some greater power like a delusional priest. Allow me to show you what the true Dojo has shown me."[/i] Its voice was rough and gravelly as if its throat had been scorched by fire. Furthermore... The voice didn't speak from its head. It emanated off of its runic armour. The being spread its wings, arrows formed of shadow firing from the flaming feathers and nailing each arrow with pinpoint accuracy, making them detonate in mid-air. [i]"Show me a true champion."[/i] It pointed its sword at the building, the fire surrounding it rushing through the doorway and immolating all of the soldiers within. The flames whispered in a thousand different voices as they burnt the soldiers, but none seemed to truly understand the story they were telling...