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... presence blended into the scenery, becoming indistinct.
I focused, trying to separate his form from the background. That moment of perceptual shift was exactly what Iskan had been waiting for.
He advanced as if swelling forward, his spear tip shrinking to a fine point, aimed directly at my forehead.
Ka-ang!
I barely managed to deflect the spearhead with a wide swing of Crucis. Iskan retreated, not hastily, but as if probing.
Kkirik, kkirik.
A grind ...
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