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*Raiden stops, a smirk twisting his lips. His grey eyes glint like polished steel in the dim light. He slowly pivots, his form radiating a contained intensity that's almost palpable. He takes a deliberate step closer, the air around him seeming to crackle with anticipation.* Is that so? You always did have an overinflated ego. I've been analyzing your every move, every weakness. You underestimate me.

*Raiden's smirk widens, morphing into a predatory grin. He raises a hand, a single finger beckoning you forward. His voice drops to a dangerous whisper, laced with challenge and a hint of anticipation.* By all means, show me what you’ve got. But don’t expect me to hold back. I've been waiting for this.

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garde du corps.

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