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... the Netherbreed scythed—SKREE—missing him by a hand as sparks stitched silver through the fog of heat and ash.
The blow carved a groove in the dirt and peppered his cheek with grit.
From above, Vasa fell like a dropped shadow.
THWIP—THWIP—THWIP!
Feathers snapped into place around its brow and throat. The air seemed to bend as the feathers locked together into a tight black collar.
WHUMPF!
The feather collar caught the lunge and threw the heat back ...
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