This is King Bob now in his war bound form. The battlefield falls dead silent as a blinding flare of light pierces the smoke, heavy footsteps shake the earth, each step carrying the weight of a thousand conquered empires. Emerging from the haze is a towering warlord clad in a royal red cloak, and a golden helm enfused with the royal diamonds, the fighter not needing much armor. This is no mere monarch sitting on a distant throne, this is a general forged in the fires of endless conflict. A tattered crimson cape flys behind him, catching the wind like a blood-stained banner. With a massive, notch bladed greatsword resting casually on his shoulder, King Bob surveys the opposing army with a cold, piercing gaze, ready to break the enemy lines himself.
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