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Sun’Ra’s reflexes were terrifying; there was an almost prophetic instinct to this man. Eventually, with his weapon starved of momentum, I started to parry his swings. A slight angle of my blade gave him zero weight while simultaneously redirecting his attacks. All my attacks were surgical and precise, only skin deep so as to never lose momentum.
Eleventh Cycle (Mistland, #1)
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