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... h strike.
The twig blurred. One. Two. Four. Eight. Thirteen, arcing and weaving with the soundless precision of a falling star. Each angle was different. Each tempo fractured. She was testing not his strength, but his capacity to learn.
And Ludwig answered, not with mastery, but with effort.
Each blow he deflected was sloppy, yet faster. Stronger. He tracked her position with his whole body, not just his eyes. Oathcarver rang now and again with glancing contact, not perfe ...
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