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... wing scythe strike at just the right angle.
Sparks flared, and the green arc split into two jagged halves.
One slammed into the ground right in front of the thunder jaguar charging me, exploding into dust and shards of stone.
The jaguar skidded on instinct, muscles rippling under its sleek pelt, and flung itself sideways just before the blast radius consumed it. Sharp. Too sharp.
Jaguars weren’t supposed to think like that.
The second half of the mantis’s ...
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