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... blood dripping down his arm, but his fury drowned out the pain.
He could feel the mocking weight of Gray's grin pressing down on him more than any wound.
"Enough!" he roared, veins standing out in his neck. "You think you can laugh at me?! Then die beneath this!"
FWOOSH!
His aura surged, violent and oppressive.
The air thickened, pressing down on the arena like a storm before thunder. Wind howled, carrying sharp flecks of stone, and the sky itself seemed ...
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