Napoleonic Dread French Hussard

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Armand de Bardeur stormed forward. Finally! Gone were the days of traveling from half abandoned village to half abandoned village, questioning frightened peasants and examining opened graves and crumbled ruins. He knew it was a necessary evil of this line of work, but he had always found it rather boring, and there also wasn't any prestige in it. This on the other hand... the thrill of the fight, cold steel and muskets against whatever horrors hell might throw at them! The creature tore apart one of the new recruits and then landed on a pile of rubble. It was huge, almost two head larger than him. Its bat like features snarled at him. Armand raised his sabre. Glory awaited! File also comes supported.