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... Then, without another word, he sprinted forward. His movements were swift, precise, and deliberate, the kind of sprint that carried no wasted energy.
Avin did not retreat. He stood his ground, sword held firm, body strangely calm for someone staring down a storm. Each exchange, each painful lesson from moments earlier had tuned his nerves. The panic of the first strike was gone. In its place sat a flicker of clarity.
Ashborn leapt. His body cut upward, suspended for a heartbeat, ...
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