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adversaries."
"I'm King Nimrod, a mighty hunter, I will kill my foes."
As Nimrod is leaving the room, Semiramis feels glad and warmth.
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Team Nimrod enters the Assyrian wilderness. Upon the backwoods floor there lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in tempests and surges. The seasons have been unforgiving, stripping endlessly the bark and external layers, yet rendering them all the more delightful. They resemble driftwood, curving in designs that help Nimrod to remember shoreline waves; even the shade of the greenery is kelp-like. They are delicate, soggy, yet her fingers leave away dry.
Romy tilts her head upward, feeling her hair tumble additionally down her back; the pines are a few houses tall, coming to toward the brilliant beams of spring. Birdsong comes in breaks and blasts, the quiet and the singing cooperating and additionally any ad libbed song. Another grin paints itself upon her freckled face, rose-pink lips semi-enlightened by the dappled light. Before she knows it her feet have started to walk body and mind both on autopilot.