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... t the armour made him a living fortress, a tank with the speed of a destrier.
And as he charged, Natasha’s whip struck his armour several times, the sharp cracks echoing in the cavern, but it did nothing, not even a shallow gash. He arrived before her, swinging his sword in a broad horizontal slash. She ducked swiftly, lashing at his foot to trip him to the ground, but yelped the moment her whip struck, his foot felt like a boulder.
Godfrey swung his sword backward in a savage ar ...
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