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- He broke off in mid-sentence. Part of the half-destroyed ceiling had begun to collapse again.
- “Look out...” Ayaka mumbled instinctively.
- The officers noticed it as well and tried to run, but it did not look like several of them would make it in time. Then the man in the VIP seats laid a hand on the sword at his hip, and drew it in a motion reminiscent of Japanese Iai. The power could hardly compare to his earlier strike, but a streak of light nevertheless extended from the blade and smashed the chunk of falling stone to atoms.
- Both the police officers who had been saved by a hair’s breadth without understanding what had happened, and those who been powerless to do anything from their places of safety were left blinking in amazement.
- ***
- Fate/Strange Fake, Volume 2, Chapter 2
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