Dashing forward, each step I take draws me closer to it. Switching from my right foot to my left and swiftly pivoting, now turning a complete ninety degrees to bolt to the side of its heavy blade. But I''m stopped. Swinging heavily, its sharp black longsword curves upwards from the ground, right at the same side I had been moving to. It must''ve switched hands.


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