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- Deprived of her preferred target, Fall swung at Baiken in his place. Metal on metal reverberated through One Eye’s bones. The impact’s shockwave blew the settling leaves back into the air.
- Baiken’s sword, thin as it was, held.
- Fall roared and pushed harder. Sparks flew. The samurai’s blade chipped.
- ***
- Proletlariet, Round 2
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