Defeated, Pointyhelmet railed against the demimonde that misunderstood him so. Against the fool companions who had failed against Bigtroll Blaargh. Against the fool saint angels. And lo, his anger was answered, for a saint angel offered himself up for his avenging axe-blade and with the head and halo and fiery sword he strode forth to avenge himself some more and slake his precious, vulnerable ego in an orgy of self-affirmation and praise from many an unsuspecting folk. Truly, Pointyhelmet was a hero.
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