Knight

Sir Duncan ventured down to the dungeon.
A red glow glistened off his freshly polished armour.
He sliced.
He diced.
Freed men from their shackles.
After bisecting a third woman clad in leather and wielding a whip he realised he might have got the wrong idea.
He clomped back up stairs and tried to get away before anyone had a chance to call the police.

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