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... t ringing through the marrow of my bones, propelling me forward like a dragonfly.
The Blade-Type met my charge with a silent groan—mouth open wide, eyes blank and yet focused on me and nothing else. Its arms swung outward in a scissor arc, aiming to cleave my torso in two.
I couldn’t stop at this pace and dropped my hips just before colliding.
Its bone blades passed inches over my head, cutting strands of my hair mid-strike. Then I twist my hips, thrusting my spear upward ...
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