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"Mercy!"
"Umm... What?"
"I've mercied you. With my shield."
"Umm... No. I don't think so. That's a fucking shield."
"It's not just a shield... it's Captain America's fucking Shield."
"No it's fucking not. That's a plain brown shield. You can't mercy me with that. Besides... you're 30 feet away from me."
"Oh... I suppose I am..." *CHUCK!* *THWACK!*
"...Hit..."
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"War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Numenor, and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise." - J.R.R. Tolkien
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