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- And indeed, mere heartbeats later, Jace's attacks faltered. His arm swung wide, a strike took just an instant too long. With a primal cry, Tezzeret slammed an open palm into Jace's chest, his own strength augmented by the magics and the mechanisms of his hand. A pair of ribs cracked as the blow lifted Jace from his feet and sent him hurtling backward to land with a splash in the marsh. The manablade flew from nerveless fingers; even had Jace possessed the breath to stand, he'd have had to scramble to reach it.
- "Pathetic, Beleren." Tezzeret strode casually toward him, content now to take his time.
- "I thought it was… pretty impressive, myself," Jace gasped between coughs of pain.
- ***
- Agents of Artifice, Chapter 32
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