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... derway—two academies no one cared to remember. A wind-user pushing back a spear-user with bursts of air that had more noise than substance. They fought with intensity... but not with precision.
Aramith watched quietly.
Every flare of Youm the wind fighter produced was wasteful.
His footing was sloppy, and his momentum leaked every time he pivoted. He could end the match in seconds if he compressed the gust and struck the core instead of the edges.
Inefficient, Ara ...
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