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... t water flying. The mace came crashing down, a meteor of jagged iron aimed at turning Anaske into a red paste on the swamp floor.
But Anaske didn’t move. He didn’t raise a shield or draw a weapon. He simply watched the descending weapon with a placid smile.
He had spent hundreds of nights in the Divine Library, his mind a repository of thousands different martial arts techniques, each one memorized, analyzed, and perfected.
This orc’s attack, for all its power, was slow, ...
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