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Name: Magnus

Species: Centaur

Gender: Male

Age: 43

Appearance: typical Centaur

Personality: (will think of it later)

Likes: Beer, Flowers

Dislikes: Having to fight

History: (will also think of this later)

Territory: A village in the plains with other centaurs

Class: Good

Importance: Major

It was time for war. For centaurs, war is pretty much the only thing that ever excites them besides wine and other alcoholic drinks.

Magnus, despite his (honorable) name, didn't care less. When the announcement for war was made, he just sighed.

"Yet again some random war I need to fight in. I just only want peace with myself.."

He gets to his house and grabs his armor and sword. They were forged out of some of the strongest metals found in the fantasy realm, but it's been a long time since Magnus ever used them, so they were covered in dust and cobwebs.

He puts the armor on and sheathes the sword. Then, along with the other centaurs, he marches to the battlefield...

News of the death of Turner has reached the Kitsunes. They were not surprised, especially Nate, who also had problems with Turner back then.

"I really hate the younger ones" sighed Nate. "Especially those who gained the power to shapeshift..."