The slave felt something well up inside him that brought back the most overwhelming sense of deja vu. Memories of a thousand battles, a hundred thousand corpses, metal plowing through flesh, heads rolling under feet, the ground awash with blood. Anger, pride and the feeling of subsequent victory. Of outsmarting your opponent and then dominating them, snuffing out their lives. A spirit of resourcefulness and positivity that he thought had died, when in fact it had just been buried away whilst it could do no good for him.
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