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Dylan moved first. He was a whirlwind of raw power, his broadsword descending in a punishing arc. Karina did not meet his strength with her own; instead, she stepped lightly to the side, the tip of his blade slicing only the air where she had been a second before. She was a dancer on the battlefield, her rapier darting out in a series of lightning-fast parries that rang like bells against Dylan’s heavier steel. A Study in Contrasts
This is where the poetry turns to prose. This is the mud.
