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In a land of warriors, I'm a soldier. We are the lowest class, that makes our place the frontline. My place is behind a shield with my spear waiting, and everytime I'm standing in my frontline, I'm sure about just one thing: I am going to die a horrible death. Slashed, pierced, maimed, crushed. I don't plea for mercy on the pain, I plea for honor, I'll commend my sword to St. Michael and I'll become a machine; I'm not a man anymore, I'm a whole army. Nothing can stop me now.