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Aeron’s grip on his sword adjusted—subtle, but deliberate. His breathing steadied. His eyes, previously warm with friendly competition, sharpened into something far more dangerous.
Oh.
Amaniel barely had time to process it before Aeron moved.
This time, there was no hesitation. No holding back.
A storm of steel descended upon him.
Clang!
Amaniel barely parried the first strike.
Thwack!
The second grazed his shoulder before he c ...
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