<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Tamba_Amica_Vedaa.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Tamba Amica (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BuTOJY_uJ6JM3Cvj_4VQL7PyH0X1k2tRYmLh5ChP9D0/edit)</strong></span><br/><br/>He smiled as his strength bowed the door before him. He would prove himself. Dust and splinters crumble about him as he steps through the pathetic barrier. Planting his feet in challenge to the dead of this tomb he blows the dust from his lips. Immediately he saw the beds set up like an infirmary.<br/><br/>Again his loss thrown in his face. The injured rose and yelling at him charged, he would not let them hold him back. Bracing the weapon across his chest before him, he would hold the line. Roaring back at the wild men’s cries, he rolls his fist, wrapped about the mighty runku’s grip, to swat down the front runner. Tamba stood his ground.