The blade was white, Golem noted. White, exceptionally sharp. Mannequin-made?

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Jack let the blade’s point swing idly at calf-level, pointed off to one side. Cuts gouged the road’s surface.

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Jack let the sword swing, and Golem tensed. The blade didn’t come anywhere close to pointing at him, but Jack’s power cut shallow gouges into the surrounding brick, stone and pavement.

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This time, the slash caught a section of Golem’s armor that was sticking out of cover. The cut made a mark nearly a foot deep in the ground, but it served only to split the pauldron in half. A section of metal fell to the ground.