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... k much, I didn’t have the pleasure to form thoughts.
I yelled and lunged forward, both hands tight on my brand-new sword, the weight of it singing through my bones like I’d been born to swing it.
The blade carved a pale arc through the smoke-choked air, striking into its bark-like flesh with a crackling shrrrkt.
The impact jarred my shoulders, but I grinned like a lunatic as I tightened my hand on this sharp baby that left such a clean cut that Irish people would be proud ...
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