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... g them flying in the direction of the nearest adversaries that blocked her path.

"GWUUUUOOOHHHH!!!" The big Goblins let out guttural roars, howling in pain, staggering as the hits dealt serious blows to them.

Unfortunately for the ranger, her attacks were not fatal.

'I was in a hurry, and since I launched three, toward different directions at the same time, the force was dispersed!' Asa reasoned frantically, but there was no merit in dwelling on her blunder.

Her g ...

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