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I perched on the ledge high above the fray. No one noticed me; they were all too focused on their disgusting acts. I drew my sword. It flowed like silk from the sheath at my spine. I held it loosely at my side where it began to pulse with its own white light. I took a deep breath and leapt from the ledge, my wings unfurling as I soared across the room.
Within seconds a cry went up from the mass of minions below me. I locked eyes with Ganaraj, and a smile played across his lips as I touched down before him. With a slight gesture of his hands, minions rushed in on me from all sides. I was expecting this and, using my wings as leverage, I spun in a low circle with my sword, slicing through the first rush of minions across the belly. The next wave hesitated, and I used the moment
