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... drew Azena’s sword instead.
Swing!
The attack was aimed at the neck at once. He swung wildly without even holding his posture, but Kadan caught it with his bare hands. Procyon groaned.
“What. Strength.”
It would not release even if he twisted the sword.
It was a monster-like grip that reminded him of Shaula.
Procyon almost stumbled and barely came to his senses.
His eyes narrowed.
“I was wondering why there was the sudden order to ...
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