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... sword in her hand and whips in the air and portals on the ground and along the walls of the dirt mounds, creating angles of attack that had no fixed logic and were therefore difficult to anticipate.
But she was exhausted.
That was visible too. Her movements were still precise, but the intervals between them were growing longer.
The sword weighed more than it had at the beginning, or at least that was what the way her shoulders carried it suggested. Her feet found the grou ...
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