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... flew, fell and split into miniature forms of its former self, they had put metres between.
The initial grunts and curses gradually softened until there was but silence. No words could’ve expressed the hostility they harboured more accurately than their gazes.
The gales generated at the end of a slash were pushed back with the force of a counter palm. The broadsword wielder switched his techniques of choice before they became old, slicing apart the deflected gales in a ci ...
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