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... he made his move. With a swift motion, Thalanor twisted his body, wielding the green sword in his hand like an extension of his body. Each swing of the sword sliced through the air, followed by slicing trough the incoming of swords, like a hot knife trough butter.
His earth clones, perfect replicas of his form, replicated his every motion. As each clone expertly severed the dark silver blades into shinny fragments, scattering them like fallen leaves. The air crackled with the clash of e ...
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