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... o much easier. The trajectories of the shortswords were clearly telegraphed before his eyes, and he could tell where the next attack would come from before the hobs even moved to enact it.
Suddenly, he realized they werent really veteran fighters, only familiar with fighting. Their stances werent carefully refined, just decent. They had holes he could see and punch through.
And he did.
Through the maelstrom of attacks, a fist jumped out and fell on a hobgoblins face like ...
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