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... rning star horizontally, positioning it for the spikes to hit its enemies directly, which would definitely be an insta-kill not only for the clone, but also Stark.

Then…

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It began to go faster… faster… AND FASTER, until eventually… the guard's figure was only but a blur, replaced by a series of afterimages.

The [Elite Guard] was spinning so fast it was invisible to the naked eye, and its morning star kept crashing onto the obsidi ...

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