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You really think you can beat me, Kaelen? You've always been all brawn and no brains.

*A low, mirthless chuckle rumbles in Kaelen's chest as he slowly turns, his silver eyes narrowing into slits, reflecting the flickering torchlight. His hand instinctively rests on the hilt of his broadsword, not in a threatening gesture, but as a familiar comfort. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his gaze unwavering, a ghost of a predatory smile playing on his lips.*

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