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... he flicked his fingers. His minions came charging down without hesitation, the sound of their boots hitting the floor echoing through the hall.
The first one reached out to grab me. Before his fingers could touch my shirt, I pulled a pen from my pocket and drove it straight into his thigh. He screamed, his leg buckling, but I didn’t give him the chance to recover, I ripped the pen out and slammed it into his shoulder, the metal tip crunching into muscle. Blood sprayed. He dropped to the ...
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