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... ight arm as it supported his spear. His jaw was clenched tight as he incorporated every muscle in pushing his weapon forward, not wanting to leave any doubt about his own limits when compared to his target. The spear attack was aiming to sever the Icon of Mana’s right uppermost wing, just beyond the shoulder of the monster.

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