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... y between his lips. "A living weapon..." he muttered under his breath.
The figure didn’t answer. Instead, with one fluid motion, he tilted the hilt and the weapon began to move.
The blade stretched, links forming in seamless segments until it was no longer a sword but a serpent of steel, coiling and thrashing in his grip.
The sound it made was like a predator’s hiss.
Then came the strike.
The whip lashed out in a blur—an arc of gleaming ligh ...
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