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The Day of Magia Was Dawning II
Ivan raised his arms, the manna surging around him, picking up and throwing the creatures around him. Orlov had his back, fending off anything that managed to break through the manna circle. Orlov kept sending worried glances over at Ivan, who had just barely recovered from the forest.
However, Ivan showed no signs of immediate injury or signs of slowing down. He cut through anything that came near him, and if he couldn’t kill it with his sword, he would throttle it and then throw it in a random direction.
Orlov had the same strategy but to a quieter effect. He did not have the same scope as his pupil, but he managed to get by with what was in front of him.
“Kassio! Go help the others!” Ivan ordered.
“But--” Orlov was
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