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... Medora said with a smirk, summoning her sword as flames from her aspect spread throughout the room.
Daylan stood before her, giving a lazy look.
Without hesitation, he extended his hand and conjured a revolver. In the same breath, he pulled the trigger, unloading every bullet at her with a smirk.
Medora dropped to one knee in an instant, clutching her shoulder.
"You can heal yourself too, right?" Daylan teased.
Medora slowly rose to her feet, her smile dee ...
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