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... arrowed. He watched the weight in the man's knees. The subtle pull in his shoulders.
No aura of magic building. No faint ripple of mana in the air.
Nothing but breath and muscle and the steadiness of an old blade.
'He's not a mage,' Lindarion thought.
'Just a fighter. A real one.'
The realization settled cold and heavy in his chest. He had prepared for something else. A spell flung from the dark, a poisoned dart hidden behind words.
Instead, it was ...
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