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- Crocea Mors came up, his knee bunched and one foot sliding back in preparation of the sudden weight he would take as the body came crashing down onto the sword's tip. He was prepared for a Nevermore to catch Grimm and take him aside, or for Beowolves to swarm him and wrench his sword away at the last.
- What he did not expect was for his hardened and tempered steel to punch through the bone-plated chest, through aura that shattered in a sparkle of red light, and through flesh, muscle and organs in one go.
- —Arc Royale [Ch. 30]
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