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The angels fly forward to attacks the drones, since there’s no telling how long Callan can hold his shield. It quickly becomes total chaos, with wings flashing in the night, swords slashing into machinery, and bursts of light that make me blink back white spots. I’ve never fought in anything like this before—year three of Combat Training is where we learn things like aerial combat—and it’s chaotic. I lunge for the nearest drone with my dagger, but then someone shoves me hard, and I miss. I glance back and spot Jeremy, who hovers there with an evil grin. "Two birds, one stone,” he says, before darting away. The drone unleashes a volley of gunfire as I spin to the side, and I scream as something hot and sharp hits me, sending excruciating pain through my arm. Then there’s a blast of light
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