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... s echoing faintly against the ground as he came to stand in front of her.
A smug smile rested on his face, one that suggested he had already imagined how this would end, and that imagination clearly favored him.
He rolled his shoulders once, loosening up, clearly enjoying the attention now fixed entirely on him.
In his hands were a pair of daggers, short and well-balanced, their edges catching the light as he shifted his grip.
He began to swing them casually, flip ...
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