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The sword came for my head and I ducked, escaping the harsh strike that was sure to take me out of the fight.
“Oh my,” someone whispered from the corner of the arena.
I rolled my eyes, but didn’t spare half a second thinking about Jora and her worries. Because if I did, Sage would definitely take me down.
Sage stepped closer, jutting his blunt sword forward, the tip aimed directly at my chest. I parried his sword with mine and advanced a large stride at the same time, then landed a round kick to his open side.
“Good,” he said, an easy smile overtaking his lips. The wrinkles around his eyes deepened. “Very good, my lady.” The smile vanished and he moved. As fast as lightning, he stepped into my personal space, clasped a hand around my neck, and pulled me to him while pushing t
