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. Using his
own weapon, Huma blocked the blow, leaped back, and
waited. The soldier advanced, swinging his blade, grunting
with the effort. Huma ducked under the blow and, holding
his sword in both hands, ripped upward.
The enemy danced to the right, away from the thrust,
and came back with one of his own. Huma parried, forcing
the blade away from him, and stepped in. With his elbow,
he smashed the soldier's jaw with a splintering of bone and
teeth. Blood splashed down the front of his armor, but the
man ignored it, fighting to keep his balance. He threw an
arm out as Huma struck again, severing the limb at the
shoulder. A gout of blood washed to the ground. The man
roared in pain and fear and anger, but he held onto his
weapon with his remaining hand.
Huma stared into the soldier's eyes, seeing the fear
clouded in them. The man wanted to retreat but could not.
Instead, he attacked with renewed fury, swearing at the top
of his voice. But the attack was short as the man, weakened
by the loss of blood, almost fell, tripping on his own feet.
Huma dodged to his right, almost colliding with the
woman. He turned as the enemy soldier slipped and fell on
his side, shrieking with pain
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