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... > The break was clean. Rough.
Lucas’s Hoe was still in heavy mode, its momentum not fully spent.
"—Shit—" Lucas’s breath caught.
Silvara’s face nearly crashed straight into the Hoe’s blade.
But her reflexes moved faster than thought.
"Tch... Kid."
A single word.
The air trembled.
In an instant, a massive claymore appeared in her grasp.
CLANG—!!
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