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... ass floated, spun, and dropped like it had been caught in a gravity that only Izan understood.
He didn’t break stride.
He let it fall onto his chest like it belonged there, soft and controlled.
The ball kissed his torso and rolled into space, just ahead of him before he shifted—sharp, clean—hips turning, arms flaring slightly for balance, and then—
Izan’s boot rose and sliced through the air with a sharp crack, something in between a missile and a knuckleball.
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