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Storm Riders

They ride the wind across the desert sands, a blizzard of razor blades, slicing you to the quick. They open old scars into fresh wounds. They pour venomous words into the cuts. You can try and fight them if you have the inclination, but for every one you fell, two rise in its place. Fight as long as you like, but they are as tireless as they are merciless. As powerful as your weapons may be, you are only one. They are Legion. Eventually you will succumb. And you will be delicious...