about two hundred of us gathered, weapons at the ready. we chanted, slapped our swords on the ground, and cheered the impassioned speeches of our bare-chested leader. as soon as the traffic light signalled blood red, we rushed to the middle of the intersection to meet the foes flowing toward us from across the street. furiously we hacked, slashed, and stabbed, wanting only to meet the enemy with the same bravery we saw in their eyes.

God for Harry, England, and Saint George!

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