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... Pureblood crouched, coiled—then vanished in a blur. In the span of a heartbeat it was on her: claws extended, talons slicing the air inches from her throat.
But she moved.
A flare of flame surged along her limbs, feeding speed into her muscles. Her claymore rose in a single, fluid motion to meet the lethal arc; steel crashed against blood claws with a scream. Serah adjusted her grip and drove the momentum through the strike, cutting diagonally from the demon’s left shoulder down ...
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