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... tactical cargo pants, but strapped to her left arm was the massive, heat-radiating obsidian kite shield Vahn had forged for her. In her right hand, she held a gleaming short-sword. She was breathing heavily, a slight cut on her cheek, but her silver-grey eyes were locked in absolute, predatory focus.
"Target secured," Sia barked, stepping into the room and adopting a flawless defensive stance. Behind her, in the hallway, the pulverized remains of two Slag Hounds slowly dissolved into blu ...
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