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"So this is the might of General Varlen." Marule spoke as his eyes flashed with explosive excitement.
Marule, with his left hand, thrust his sword toward Varlen's chest, but Varlen side stepped right, slightly redirecting the sword with his right elbow as he twirled, hitting Marule's wrist with his left elbow to shake his sword off.
Marule gritted his teeth. Grabbing his sword tight.
'He's too fast.' Marule thought to himself.
Varlen clenched his left fist, and the sand under Marule's feet morphed into hand shapes that clenched his both ankles. And in that same twirling motion, Varlen landed a right handed blow on Marule's neck.
Crack!
As Varlen leaped inches away from Marule, he glanced at his wrist. His bones were slightly fractured."Tch." He clicked his tongue.
Marule's skin was unusually tough.
'This reminds me of that Orc twenty years ago.' Varlen thought to himself.
