Description:
The Sabres rattle in their scabbards and the sound slowly fills the damp jungle air with a rising din. Smitty paces back and forth in front of his troops. They are weary from the Battlegrounds, but they are salty, and ready. Smitty takes a deep breath and turns towards the entrance to the deeps and smiles. Mordremoth has no chance against these warriors, these hardened souls longing to destroy the bane of Tyria. Smitty draws his greatsword, and with a mighty yell, the forces break through the vines and on to victory!
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