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... , down her spine, sinking deep into her limbs.
Her breath hitched. Her arms trembled. Her malnourished frame was too weak for this. And yet...
She swung.
The blade carved a shallow arc through the air, awkward in her hands, guided by pure instinct.
It struck the mercenary’s cheek—a grazing blow, barely drawing blood.
He didn’t flinch. Just laughed—a mocking sound.
"Is that it?" he sneered, fingers ...
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