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... feral expression. Its jaws bared wide open, awaiting the flesh and bones of the paladin before it.
Azaela reeled in her weapon. She twirled the sword in her hands. The buckler melded into her sword and the sword then lost its shape and form too. The clump of blackish-grey goo morphed into a scythe in the next second, the instance before the jaws of the quadruped beast snapped shut on her. She brought the scythe around, pivoting along with a twirl of her body.
The beast split int ...
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