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slashing, dodging bullets and fists

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ducks under and sweeps his leg, pulling a spear from t

d - but Damian instinctively pulls it back with inv

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know you could

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lames. Eventually, silence falls

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echoes from

kness, Harbi

n a permanent, eerie smile. He walks with g

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ard slowly, eyes locked on the leather

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for the bag. Damian throws a punch, but Harbinger side

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out

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straining. Milo jumps in, but

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u carry, do you? That bag..

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rcing Harbinger back. They trade rapid bl

gain-his fingers graze the bag-but Dam

gain, like a loyal hound

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the messenger.

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