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... ck enough to taste. It tasted like ozone and blood.
Ashe did not wait for a signal. She did not wait for Vane to catch his breath or for Isole to finish her hesitation. To the Warlord, a pause on the battlefield was not a courtesy. It was a mistake to be punished.
She moved.
It was not a dash. It was an instant acceleration from zero to supersonic. The frost beneath her boots did not crack; it vaporized. She blurred, becoming a streak of silver and crimson that aimed dire ...
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