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... napped up, eyes sharp, jaw clenched. Blood trickled from his lip, but his expression was cold—colder than tempered steel.
Prominent Leg’s twin swords shrieked through the air—one angled for his throat, the other for his ribs. A clean kill.
But the military man moved.
His broadsword, still recoiling from the earlier clash, wasn’t in position to parry. So he didn’t.
Instead, he surged forward, slipping inside the arc of the blades. His bare forearm slammed into Prom ...
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