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... first.
There was no wasted motion. No flourish. No warning.
Just—
Thud.
The ground cracked under the force of his step.
In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of me.
Flash.
Silver light tore through the air as his blade left its scabbard.
A quick-draw.
Clean.
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