First in a series
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The centaur had always been loathe to fight, but understood it's necessity. The elf was to avenge the fallen... that which Beverly was solely responsible for. Beverly was to fight for life, that he may continue to raise his beloved child, still only a foal. With weapons readied and words having been exchanges, Beverly danced his hooves, so that he may entice the elf to his first move.