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... cept the demon’s charge. The trip line was preserved, and his steps were light across the unstable ground. He understood how it would play out so clearly that it almost felt like he’d seen it before.
The way one of the bokabv’s legs would break when it hit the line and how its spine would twist in the air. The crack of something else within its body as it hit the ground.
Corrupted dirt and ropes of saliva would fly as it rolled.
He knew it would struggle to rise over and ...
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