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Clink, clink—
The blade aura struck the boomerang, sending it veering left. A flash of white light erupted from the weapon—Harvest Song emerging with Mirror Man, her Black Gold triangular blade streaking toward Qing Ling's throat.
Qing Ling's reflexes proved faster. She arched backward, Tang Dao spinning to deflect the strike.
Unable to hover like Qing Ling's Metal allowed her to, Harvest Song began to fall. But an idea hit her; she shot a dart at Qing Ling's forehead from her sleeve.
Clink. Another parry sent the...
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