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- That left Garo. The glademaster frowned and drew his sword, a wooden blade as thin as a razor and etched with glowing runes. Ral aimed a lightning bolt at his head, but he intercepted with his blade, the energy crackling harmlessly over the weapon before dissipating.
- "Ral Zarek." Garo closed, and Ral's bracers rippled with power. "I should have known you'd cause trouble."
- "I'm sorry," Ral said. "Have we met?"
- "Oh, yes." Garo smiled. "You don't remember?"
- The elf attacked, smooth and fast. Ral backed away from the first slash and took the second on a bracer, lightning thrashing over the elf's sword arm. He slashed his hand, and Garo had to duck a wave of lightning and retreat a step. The elf began to circle.
- ***
- The Gathering Storm, Chapter 5
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