Wide eyed, Roki stared at the mountain that would be their path toward victory. Arms and legs full of a static energy. He smacked his palm into his fist. "Alright!" he shout out as he widened his feet into a power stance. "Roki! Squire of the Knights Anatheaum, accepts the call!" A...
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