A fantasy addict triggers with the world's most inconvenient Tinker/Thinker combo, and finally gets a chance to use all those fencing and HEMA classes she took in high school. In a city infested by nazis, human traffickers, Fury Road rejects, and Max Anders's All-American hero team, maybe what Brockton really needs is a knight in shining armor.
But be wary: with great knowledge comes great clarity, and sometimes there's a reason no one looks behind a curtain. Maybe, just maybe, it might be better that the stagehands wear all-black.
It's time to get medieval on Brockton's ass.
But be wary: with great knowledge comes great clarity, and sometimes there's a reason no one looks behind a curtain. Maybe, just maybe, it might be better that the stagehands wear all-black.
It's time to get medieval on Brockton's ass.
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