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... row in his bow, and tried to anticipate where Ajest might pop out.

[Grease]

However, Ajest burst through the smoke at an unbelievable speed. The first arrow missed hopelessly and Bloody Talon didn’t have time to fire a second. Ajest’s blade froze the air as it closed the distance between them.

A loud clang rang out in the night. As Ajest landed, she felt that something was amiss. Her opponent’s arrows were definitely made of wood, but her sword had made contact with something m ...

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