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... g, air screaming past. The walls buckled as they went—not collapsing—but reacting.
Vines ripped free without warning.
Thick cords tore out of stone and flesh alike, snapping forward in whipping arcs, trying to coil, to drag, to slow them down.
Don hit first.
He moved like a blur, flashing past the first strike so fast the vine didn't even finish extending before it came apart in his wake.
His shoulder clipped another, the force shearing it clean through. A ...
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