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... a sword and shield, engaged in combat with a Rathian.
His movements—those fluid leaps, swift slashes, perfectly timed blocks and evasions—flowed like water. Each strike left a wound on the Rathian’s body.
It was hard to imagine that such light and agile footwork could come from someone like the Admiral, a mountain of muscle and raw strength.
When the sword once again sliced across the Rathian’s lower jaw, a spray of blood erupted as the beast let out a pained screech. ...
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