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... him look like Jeepers Creepers after he threw his head off the bus.

The blade sliced through empty air with a vicious whoosh, close enough that the displaced wind tugged at the collar of his dark blue shirt. He twisted at the hips, feet sliding smoothly across cracked concrete, body flowing like water around every follow-up swing. Another sword came in low, aimed to gut him. Then high, then diagonal. He leaned, sidestepped, ducked again, letting the attackers overcommit while notificatio ...

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