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... his sword was already at Zarek's neck—fast and swift, harsh and quick…
But also predictable.
There was no variation, no surprise, no skill. Zarek's eyes didn't even flinch in the slightest as his body came to an abrupt stop. His knees compressed under the load, his quads bulging under the strain with such ferocity it seemed the pant leg of his sweats would shred to pieces.
Zarek's momentum came to a sudden stop, but the ground was too slippery between the piles of flesh ...
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