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- A figure in crimson slid away from the wall, sunlight shining white on the edge of a blade. "Where do you think—"
- Within the gauntlets, his hands curled into paws. He backhanded the guard into the wall and winced at the sudden scent of blood. "Sorry," he muttered to the unconscious body.
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- RELEASE
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