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... he eyed the weapon.
He moved like smoke—dancing around the club-wielding goblins, every motion precise, his body weaving fluidly between their heavy, clumsy swings. Their attacks were wild, uncoordinated, full of brute force but no finesse. And Xavier? He was finesse incarnate.
Each slash of his daggers was deliberate, beautiful even, turning flaws into opportunity. He used every detail—timing, weight shifts, posture breaks—to his advantage. The smallest misstep from his enemies ...
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