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    almost sending Tyler tumbling from his saddle. Catching sight of the approaching reinforcements, Stellan drew his lightning-shaped dagger with fluid grace. Devalosfang''s steel sword traced twin arcs through the air, a perfect defense against the cloaked rider''s lightning strike. Then he was past Stellan, his true quarry being Simon of Elsra.


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    What do you cry out? Devalosfang mused. "Return my friend"? "I''ll have your blood"? How touching. But sadly, you''ll have no time left for mourning.


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    This must end swiftly. "Three blades!" he called to the two knights before him. Carl and Tyler instantly grasped their leader''s intent, and all three converged on Stellan at once. With only two hands to counter three attacks from different angles, he momentarily faltered. But Stellan''s composure returned quickly as he assessed his situation. He knew he could block two attacks, leaving the third for his green cloak to defend against. After split-second calculation, he chose to counter Devalosfang and Tyler''s strikes.


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