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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