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The angel's blade, glistening with the light of the Sun reflecting, struck him swiftly, opening a deep wound on his shoulder. The pain from the impact was such that provoked the novice to drop his blade at the ground, the grip already weakened from the impact of the angel's weapon parryig his attack. As he grasped his shoulder, he strengthened his fist, so as to reassure a proper grip for the blade. He slowly picked off his sword again, his right hand bleeding profusely. He immediately grasped the blade with his two hands, to relief his wounded arm. As he assumed a defensive position, he stood amazed upon the angel's quick and precise strike. No doubt at all: he stood upon a experienced soldier, trained in proper combat. Upon his amazement, a swift thought came upon his mind: as he swung his blade to adopt a basic defensive stance, the blade emitted a swift breeze. He thought, if he could just direct his newfound power through the swift breeze, he could impact the enemy from a distance. His lack of precision would not ensure a hit, yet he realized it may have a chance.
As he lifted his shining blade, the fighting spirit he had just shown bursted yet again. The symbol in his hand shone brighter: the symbols in his blade followed suit. With a swift movement, briefly ignoring the pain in his hand, he struck the earth. Suddenly, a wave of light emanated from the blade, thrusting away in a straight line towards the angel...
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