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- In his left hand, the man held a bow, while his right hand clutched a number
- of arrows. When bow and arrow met in front of that massive chest, D’s
- right hand went for the handle of his longsword. The elegant movement befitted the young man.
- An arrow whined through the air. D stayed just where he was, but a flash of
- silver rushed from his sheath and limned a gorgeous arc. When the smooth
- cut of his blade met the missile’s beautiful flight in a shower of sparks, D
- knew his foe’s arrows were forged entirely from steel.
- The fierce light that resided in his opponent’s eyes looked like a silent
- shout. The instant their respective weapons had met, his arrow was split
- down the middle, and the halves sank deep into the ground.
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