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... new opponent stood at the edge of the arena—silent, poised. Leather armour worn but well-fitted. A bandolier of daggers across the chest.
Two short blades, curved and darkened with use, gleamed in his hands. An orc, yes—but this one didn’t move like the others.
This one waited.
A veteran.
Leon stood, still smiling, still tasting the blood behind his teeth.
He raised a hand, fingers beckoning lazily.
"Come at me."
WHAM.
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