The wraith swerves around, the sword knocked out of his black hands, with smoke rising up from his form. He was bent over from the blow to the head, and quickly recovered, pulling out through the folds of his robes another blade, shorter than the other. Meanwhile, the horse swung its large head up, flicking its ears at the words, and whinnies, ferreting at the ground with its front hooves.
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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