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... r to laugh or cry. The training dummy, supposedly durable enough to endure the blows of an Enlightened Blasphemer, now lay in seven cleanly severed pieces, scattered lifelessly across the floor.
Naturally, there was no sense to be found in the scene. Any attempt to reason it out only slammed headfirst into a single, unyielding wall: Impossible!
"He actually... destroyed the... training dummy..."
The strength drained from my knees, and I collapsed to the ground.
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