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... omething came at his back, his sword would be there. If his sword was busy at the front, defensive sigils on his armor would catch the blow.
With Muzio’s mana and knack for runes, he could almost recreate that. Almost. The problem was this body. It understood how to write runes, how to push magic into reality---but it couldn’t keep up. Now he had to think about his weapon first, make sure it could survive his plans.
This time, the plan was simple. The stick--yes, the stick--layer ...
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