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| rdfs:label | - Take on the local champion
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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] The local champion is a towering sergeant of the Constables. His scarred fists are known across the Neath. At least the ring won't be raided during the fight. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Failure title | - So that's why they put fists on their helmets
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| Failure description | - The sergeant is a lumbering giant and has fists like steam-pistons. He takes three punishing rounds to pummel you into oblivion while the crowd howl for more.
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| Success description | - […] you play a long game. Twenty rounds later, the sergeant is exhausted from chasing you. You finish him off with a barrage of blows to the body - you can hardly reach his face. The giant tumbles forward, and you are victorious! […]
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| Description | - The local champion is a towering sergeant of the Constables. His scarred fists are known across the Neath. At least the ring won't be raided during the fight.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] The local champion is a towering sergeant of the Constables. His scarred fists are known across the Neath. At least the ring won't be raided during the fight. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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