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The air tore before I even had a moment to blink—shredded by the brutal arc of his attack, raw and jagged, like a blade swung by someone desperate enough to spill blood without precision.
He was a missile with limbs, a weapon fueled by rage and wild intent, the kind of fury that scorched hotter than skill, but lacked its finesse.
The breath caught in my throat as the wind whispered sharp against my cheek—close enough to feel the ghost of his fist, a storm crashing jus ...
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