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... at with lethal precision. He barely got his armored forearm up in time—metal shrieked against steel in a sound that made Elara’s teeth ache. Then he drove his elbow into the assassin’s ribs. The crack of bone was sickeningly audible.
The assassin didn’t even pause. Just pivoted with fluid grace that shouldn’t have been possible and lunged straight for Elara.
She threw herself sideways, rolling across the floor. Not fast enough—fire traced across her upper arm as the blade caught ...
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