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... ading speed for weight. He’d fought enough big things to expect the ponderous swing, the easy telegraphed blow. What he hadn’t planned on was speed that felt like a lie: impossible, sudden, and perfectly precise.
One of the swords cleaved where his head had been a breath before. He twisted his body, the blade singing past his ear; the air screamed like a wound. The stone under his boots didn’t explode into chunks the way it had when the commander’s charge hit, but it shuddered, thick, se ...
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