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Never Trust A Spaniard


Hallo, I say, now listen to my rant! a duel, I say! Now I will start to laugh! Because I can know something that you can't, left handed, I am not, vict'ry I have! My name's Indigo and I have a sword, my father was the man that you did kill. Revenge, I swore, and I will keep my word, for you will find that I do have great skill. Six fingers on your hand do tell the tale, Dante Mantoya was my fathers name. I swear upon his soul I will not fail, and you defeat will bring me such great fame. You, there, upon your balcony so high, you killed my father! Now, prepare to die!
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