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... ield behind the stockade wall turned into a scene from a nightmare.
Despite wielding just a humble staff—not a gleaming sword or axe—there was nothing humble about the results. One strike and a skull caved in like a melon dropped from a great height. Another snapped a bandit’s neck with a crack that echoed across the battlefield. A third swing sent the staff smashing right into a bandit’s groin, and let’s just say... that man wasn’t thinking about fighting anymore.
Every strike w ...
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