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... de flashing.
"RAAAAH!"
He moved like a champion should—quick, brutal, practiced. His longsword sang through the air with a whisper of polished steel, guided by months of training and years of blood. Muscles rippled, eyes locked on his target. Every step was precise. Every strike aimed to maim.
And Ian—Ian didn’t move.
Not until the blade was nearly at his throat.
Shift.
A sidestep. Smooth. Lazy.
Veyne’s strike cut through empty air, draggin ...
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