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... a frictional noise resounded. Igor pulled his sword back.
Rippp!
Cheka’s cloak was torn, revealing his forearm.
It was, of course, not bare skin.
“A tonfa…? Were you hiding that all along?”
“It’s my preferred weapon.”
What encased his forearm and was gripped in his hand was a tonfa.
A short staff with a perpendicular handle, integrating both offense and defense.
The fact that it could block Igor’s sword was enough to prove its value ...
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