Guardian of the Temple

He guarded the door. “You shall not enter this temple.”

“We won’t be stopped by some cute little ball of platypus fluff!” the Mongol leader laughed.

His staff became a whirlwind of blows. “No. You will be stopped by a Shaolin master with venom in his toes.”

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