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a threat? The old lady was more of a threat than he was. He must have only been around eight.'
'As I said before, enemy is enemy.'
'Well thankfully we're not following your orders. Otherwise there'd be nothing but bloodshed. And it was lucky you didn't kill that lady as your "policy" of enemy is enemy suggests. I learnt more about my brother. And how corrupt the army was.'
'Your brother is a dead warrior.'
'Well he's more of a warrior than you will ever be.'
I turned to leave.
'You think so?' Bartholomew mocked. 'Your brother was nothing more than a tramp!'
I spun around quickly and cast a fireball. Bartholomew went flying into the wood of the back wall. I ran out of the temple, crying into the darkness of the night.
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