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... ht children behind him, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade! His spear twirled in a dazzling storm, the weapon spinning so fast that its tip blurred into a ten meter field of brilliant, star-like spear points. Nothing could invade, and nothing could escape.
His footwork was like an art, never straying beyond the ten meter razor-thin boundary. Every step, every pivot, every shift of his weight was measured, graceful, and absolute.
Yet the battlefield was against him. ...
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