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"π―ππ πππππ πππππ πππππ ππππ πππππππ",. She glared, her eyes burning with fury on the audacity and guts of the man infront of her while she held a sword pressed firmly against his chest.
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πππ ππ ππππ πππππ πππππ πππππ ππ ππππ πππππππ πππ ππππ πππ", Areez chuckled calmly, taking a step forward resulting the sword to dig deeper into his skin drawing blood, not even an ounce of pain. But his eyes-stayed fixed on hers, with obsession, possesion and something else he didn't dare admit it yet.