Placeholder: [high res photography by Ray Harryhausen] Joan:A farmer girl from Domremy, a village in medieval France, touched by a divine calling at a tender age. She presents all sorts of pole arms: Spear Halberd Guisarme Partisan Bardiche Bec de Corbin Ranseur Voulge Bohemian earspoon Fauchard Lochaber Axe [high res photography by Ray Harryhausen] Joan:A farmer girl from Domremy, a village in medieval France, touched by a divine calling at a tender age. She presents all sorts of pole arms: Spear Halberd Guisarme Partisan Bardiche Bec de Corbin Ranseur Voulge Bohemian earspoon Fauchard Lochaber Axe

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[high res photography by Ray Harryhausen] Joan:A farmer girl from Domremy, a village in medieval France, touched by a divine calling at a tender age. She presents all sorts of pole arms: Spear Halberd Guisarme Partisan Bardiche Bec de Corbin Ranseur Voulge Bohemian earspoon Fauchard Lochaber Axe

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