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... ody spun in the air and his silhouette shot around bumping against the ground and furniture on the wall spurring blood as he screamed inwardly.

'Who the hell brings out a hammer in the middle of a fight?'

As if answering his question, Lucas' image flashed before him and he raised his hammer over his shoulder with a grin, then he smashed it down towards Seph who stared blankly at it with a horrified expression.

Before he could speak anything, he felt his body getting crush ...

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