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... king the brunt of the storm. She planted her feet wide, magic greatsword wedged sideways across her chest like a steel crossbar, and every time a minion slammed into her, sparks leapt off the blade.
She wasn’t built to tank, not like the shield-bearers, but she gritted her teeth and held on all the same, roaring curses so vile I thought even the monsters might be offended.
"Hurry the fuck up, you bastard, someone gotta fill in this gap, god damn it, fine, I’ll do it!" she bellowe ...
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