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... > "Really?" he drawled, lips curling into a smirk. "You’re going to duel me with a fan?"
The fan snapped open with a flick, catching the moonlight on its lacquered edge. But it was no ordinary fan. Its ribs gleamed like blades, sharpened to a vicious edge.
The figure shifted his weight, silent and graceful. No words. No threats. Just intent.
Leroy’s grin widened. "Alright then," he murmured, raising his sword. "Let’s dance."
Steel met lacquered steel with a hiss. ...
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