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Jun’s face was as inscrutable as always. But her hands were flexing in and out of fists, and her body language was shouting just one thing: determination.
Shi Jian sighed as she stood up, stepping over Daisy’s crumpled form. She flicked the hem of her cloak as if letting it brush over Daisy would sully it.
She raised her right arm in its horrid red sleeve and made a come-at-me gesture.
“Jun,” Mai tried to squawk, but what came out of her throat was little more than a whistle of sound, easily ignored.
Jun didn’t charge at Shi Jian; she advanced deliberately, one step after another. Scout supposed this was a fighting stance, but to her, it looked like a dance, it was so light and precise. When Jun was just over an arm’s length away, she started circling Shi Jian, hands up but loose,
