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... e waves of hands, wielding twin smoke-swords to deflect that which he could not dodge. Still, it was an uphill battle, growing steeper by the second. The incoming Malkuth thralls showed no signs of slowing -- and at any moment, Praetorian Five could just convert them into more swords.
He gritted his teeth.
The tiny Praetorian hovered high above the battlefield, occasionally moving to dodge a beam of heat launched from Rufus’ shield. Morgan clenched his fist, the hilt of his smoke ...
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