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- In his moment of distraction, Robin nearly lost his head. Quite literally, turning back towards the hole in the wall, a shortsword was poised, stopped just before his neck. Sheik held back the arm of the man wielding it. Then, with practiced precision, she twisted her hips and hurled him over her shoulder into the far wall.
- Robin followed up with a “Wind!”, hitting the man’s figure with enough force to dislodge most of his blood. He slumped to the ground and disappeared.
- “Lethal force, tactician,” Sheik repeated.
- “Lethal force, got it.” Robin’s brain was struggling to catch up with his situation.
- - Chapter 37
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