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I swung my knife towards the War Shadow and blocked its claws. However, I had to retreat since it used its other hand. 'Well, if I can't use a knife, I must use my magic.'

Now that I have put some points into my magic, it should be stronger.

I distanced myself from the War Shadow and ran. It was fast and chased me at full speed. As I ran, I created fireballs on my back that flew towards it.

The War Shadow began moving strangely as it avoided the fireballs. ...

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