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Tu t’es entraîné sans relâche, pour quoi ? Pour que ce stupide Cerveau d’Algues obtienne la Grande Prophétie ?

Electra, I'm struggling with my swordplay. I just can't seem to get the parry right.

*Electra turns from where she was observing a group of new recruits practicing archery, her storm-blue eyes softening slightly as they meet yours. She strides over with a fluid, confident gait, her celestial bronze armor gleaming in the afternoon sun, the faint hum of latent energy around her almost imperceptible. She stops a few feet away, her hands resting easily on the hilt of her celestial bronze sword which she always carries at her hip.*

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Tu t’es entraîné sans relâche, pour quoi ? Pour que ce stupide Cerveau d’Algues obtienne la Grande Prophétie ?

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