Manufacturing Maness

\<claymore to saber,\> claymore begins to communicate telepathically, \

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The Journey Begins

Get me a light machine gun, six 100 round drum mags, a handgun with 10 magazines, 10 frag grenades, three claymores, and a few stun grenades if possible". james ordered. nathan ran off to get what james requested.

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Tale of the Reader Pt. 4

On the way out i stopped by the living room wall, and almost reverently took the claymore off of it. she stopped and gave me an incredulous look when she saw me stick it to the plate on my back. i shrugged.

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Meeting Our Dream Girls In Another World

A large gray sergal was leading the way, a large claymore attached to his back as he wore white gauntlets. adorn on his body was a gray chain mail vest with matching leggings.

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Ryan visits Central Pt2

"yeah, he keeps leaving blasted claymores around everywhere." gareth muttered. he had been in a bad streak recently.

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The Laughter of Crows

Now, the claymore.” while i did, pho removed her cloak and lit it in the flames before she dropped it on the body. she added, “after you’ve done that, start gathering things to burn. we can’t let this fire go out.” i brought the claymore over.

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Torpedo Run Chapter 9

The first truck rolled to a stop just shy of the claymore mines, and the flak-jacketed and camo-pants wearing soldiers dismounted.

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Sure Shot

His platoon had the honor of going on an ambush and before he knew it he was humping his way to the east and setting up in claymores in the trees. "chris man, what's eating you," said a skinny raccoon named clarence.

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U.C.O.D. Scorn of The Lost: Chapter 8

Out of the shadows, dust, and darkness, four large behaku warriors stepped out into the light, three of them brandishing long claymore-type weapons and the fourth wielding two trench-knives.

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A Dragon Slayer's Heart: Chapter 11 -Bloody Chains-

Raiken stood at a towering seven feet tall with several inches to spare, and his sword was just as tall as he was, a large black-steel claymore with a double-edged blade and jagged tip.

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A Bounty Gone Horribly.... Right?

The dragon nodded and kept walking, his hand on the claymore slung across his back. they both knew what and who they were tracking.

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