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... “Thief! Cut him down!” one barked, raising a spear.
Before Adeshina could protest, the blade moved on its own. His muscles strained as it twisted his arm, dragging him into a violent, graceful blur of survival.
A spear lunged toward him—shattered. Blood misted the air, sharp and coppery. Metal shrieked as the black edge carved through weapons, through flesh, through bone ...