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    A sharp snap rang out. The attacker’s arm twisted at an unnatural angle.


    For a second, the man went rigid. Then, a pained scream tore from his throat.


    Nate arched an eyebrow, amusement flickering across his face.


    Another glimpse of her linearbat techniques.


    Once could be luck. But twice?


    Corrine had far more up her sleeve than he’d expected.


    “As a refineddy, shouldn’t you be watching from the sidelines?” Nate suggested. He rose to his feet, tucking a loose strand of her hair neatly behind her ear.


    Corrine would have loved to sit back and enjoy the show, but the attackers had other ns. They kepting for her.


    As another one lunged, she let out a quiet sigh, more annoyed than rmed. With a quick flick of her toe, she sent a long knife into the air and caught it with ease.


    The assant struck fast. She reacted just as quickly, raising her de to meet his.


    Metal shed, sparks flickering in the dim light.


    Tightening her grip, she pivoted and drove the hilt straight into his temple.


    More enemies swarmed in, wave after relentless wave. The once peaceful vi had be a war zone.


    The sharp scent of blood lingered in the air. Corrine’s gaze swept the battlefield, relief washing over her when she spotted Nate still standing, unharmed.


    Then her eyesnded on Mandy. She was struggling, outnumbered. Without hesitation, Corrine tossed the long knife in her direction. “Heads up!”


    Mandy hesitated for a split second but caught the weapon with practiced ease. Determination shed in her eyes.


    “Appreciate it,” she said, running her fingers along the de. She leveled a sharp gaze at the attackers. “So, are we doing this all at once, or are you taking turns?”


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    The enemies exchanged nces before adjusting their approach. They moved in tight, rotating groups of three.


    Corrine spotted a gap in their formation and darted toward Nate. She barely took a step before another wave surged forward, blocking her path.


    Her patience wore thin. Her attacks turned sharper, more punishing.


    A short distance away, Saul watched,pletely mesmerized. His breath caught when she drove a vicious elbow into an enemy’s ribs, sending the man crumpling to the floor in agony.


    Saul flinched, feeling the impact as if it had struck him instead. Right then and there, he made a silent promise—he would never underestimate a woman again.


    After dropping her opponent, Corrine instinctively scanned the battlefield, her eyes quickly searching for Nate.


    She found him standing over a kneeling attacker, his expression ice-cold and his presence imposing.


    Without a second thought, he gripped the man’s jaw and twisted sharply. The body slumped, motionless.


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