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... tone, the scarlet-armored woman was covered in cuts and bruises with disheveled hair, catching her breath. Despite more of her skin bleeding than less of it, a triumphant smile curved on the warrior’s lips.
"My lightning ain’t too nice to be struck by, is it?" Sylvan called out, using her own sword to support herself as if it were a cane.
Tederich was already sweating profusely with a reddening complexion, coughing into his arm while trying to keep himself standing tall, "Yeah, i ...
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