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felix have won again. like he always did. the thieve he have fought with lay dead at his feet. some have lose their limbs. his sword was red from their blood. for a moment he saw ingrid dead body. half of her face burnt with a thoron. sylvains hatefull look after felix have impale him. dimitri kneeling for edelgard. he shake his head and look at his stomach wound. not deep enough.
maybe next fight he would die. maybe then he wont see his friends faces anymore