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... ing," Lyan said.
The fight swirled on.
Lyan moved like a blade that had been sharpened by a thousand repetitions. He wasted no step, no breath. Every dodge turned into a counter. Every catch turned into a throw. He guided men into each other, into pillars, into the edges of tables, until the tavern itself seemed to fight on his side.
Will was fire where Lyan was water. He threw himself into punches with the stubborn joy of a man who liked contact. His blows were quick, ti ...
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