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... y’d punched a hole in the rush. Miners staggered through - white-faced, blood-slick, refusing to lie down. Gravers limped behind them, blades dull with use. The line re-formed, thin, elastic, angry.
Shapes shook loose from the trees again.
Raizen flowed left and met the first three like he’d been waiting his whole life to make those exact cuts. Keahi set a hinge in the center and refused to move. Lynea’s fragments took thin, mean bites out of anything that overreached. Hikari’s s ...
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