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... doesn’t have to end in someone being dead, you know. That seems pretty counterintuitive. I’m trying to figure out the limits of my rune, not—”

Garina blurred forward. The movement definitely wasn’t at her max speed. Noah could tell because his eyes were actually able to follow the motion, if only barely. She appeared directly before him, her knee flying up to drive into his gut.

Noah doubled over as a pained wheeze exploded from his lungs. Flowers blurred by him in a streak of co ...

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