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The blade cut toward Raka's shoulder.
Raka raised his forearm casually.
Boom!
The sword struck his arm and… stopped.
It did not cut. It did not pierce. It only trembled like it hit iron.
Sekhmet's eyes narrowed.
Raka smiled faintly. "Cute," Raka said.
He kicked Sekhmet in response.
Thud!
His foot slammed into Sekhmet's side.
Sekhmet flew again.
Crash!
This time he hit the floor hard, sliding through blood and water.
Scrape… scrape…
Sekhmet coughed. His blood sword dissolved into a puddle.
Raka walked toward him slowly.
Tap… tap… tap…
"Your tricks worked on my trash underlings," Raka said. "Not on me."
Sekhmet forced himself up, fists raised. He punched him.
Wham!
Raka caught it. Effortlessly…
Sekhmet tried a different move, he kicked.
Thud!
Raka blocked with his shin, not even shifting.
Raka's knee rose and slammed into Sekhmet's stomach.
Boom!
Sekhmet doubled, breath forced out of him.
