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... me. Then a dangerous smirk laced his face and he stood up.
"Sure, of course..." He extended his hand and grabbed mine. But the stance was wrong, too much weight on one leg, and the moment he touched me, I slammed my other hand on the ground for momentum and swept low, aiming for his planted foot.
It worked. Just not as effectively as I’d calculated. Desmond staggered sideways, completely displaced, but he righted himself before falling. He was a Defined after all, an Awakened Nov ...
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