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He rolled, and got up, his blade swishing angrily through the air. He lunged, feinted, and lunged again. His black bodyglove was coated witht he brown dirt on the floor of the arena. He hadn't even broken a sweat. he used the force to push her back, sending her flying. He used the pause to rush up, his shortsword ready.