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    Lorcan pressed his advantage, launching a barrage of wind slashes. Each attack was designed to chip away at Ivan’s magic, to weaken him over time. Ivan deflected the strikes with his ice blades, but he could feel the drain with each impact. The wind magic was insidious, sapping his energy even as it failed to land a direct hit.


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    The crowd erupted into applause as Ivan stepped back, his ice blades dissolving into mist. He extended a hand to Lorcan, helping him to his feet. Lorcan hesitated, then took it, his grip firm.


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    Ivan knew he couldn’t keep playing defense. Lorcan’s wind magic was too efficient, too relentless. He needed to close the distance, to force Lorcan into a position where his speed and precision could shine.


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    The crowd erupted into applause as Ivan stepped back, his ice blades dissolving into mist. He extended a hand to Lorcan, helping him to his feet. Lorcan hesitated, then took it, his grip firm.


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