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... cautiously. Several seconds passed, and neither moved.
"The hell are you waiting for? A written invitation? Move!" Garrick barked.
Instantly, the opponent kicked off the floor, driving his blade forward in a sharp thrust.
Fiona met it with a clean parry, guiding the strike to the side. The boy’s eyes widened as his balance gave out and he pitched forward, leaving his back exposed.
"Shit!"
However, Fiona didn’t move. She simply held her sword before her, m ...
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