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So here I am, face to face with what looks to be a giant lizard about to chomp half my body and swallow it whole, leaving my legs to plop down in a squirting, bloody mess. If I was a brave warrior, hardened by years of combat and deft with a sword, mace, or axe, I’d swing whatever weapon I had to kill this beast. I’m not. If I was a brave paladin, blessed by the power of the gods to be the holy hand of justice; bound to protect the weak and smite…