Of Dawn and Dusk

[Caliban]

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"A weapon to destroy Harbinger, but also the one detonating it." - he told himself. The thought of it sparked a small fire in his heart. He would be the perfect vessel w ere it not for the beast knowing full well about his hate towards all Nomads, not just the elusive entity which marked him.

Just as he uttered those words, the very subject of the topic made an entrance. Caliban left out a low chuckle, knowing far too well who the new guest was supposed to be. No matter what form He took, that stench akin to sulfur and burnt tar was unmistakable. The merc' turned his gaze towards the libertonian and reached for a gun he didn't have, missing the comfort of its textured grip. By now it was a deeply rooted reflex. To attack that which he despised or did not understand.

"[Oh, how I've missed you.]"

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"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."

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