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He uncapped his sword and showed us his weakness. At that point I knew that I was the only one that could exploit it. I waited for the right opportunity to strike as I was scared and confident at the same time. I pulled out my first sword and hit his free hand with it then pulled out my second sword and hit his own with all the strength in me and it spun exposing his weakness. I quickly pulled the first sword to break his exposed talisman but in a split second he grabbed my sword and the talisman and smiled. He then broke my sword with his bare hands and said "you think you could take me down so easily?". I stood in shock and feared the worst that could happen to me for trying to kill captain draco
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