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The Battle of Melondy is a long one but you don't mind. Sitting at your post with a clear gaze on the distance, there is no immediate danger to you or your men. Holed up with no clear timeline of departure, you reach you hand over to a fruit basket and toss the melons around in your hand: honeydew, cantaloupe, mango, and guava. The sun begins to fade and you sink your teeth into the refreshing, bright citrus fruit, kicking your feet up on the banister as the sticky juice drips down your chin, always keeping your eyes set on the distance in support of your countrymen.