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CHAPTER SEVEN

No success exists without sacrafice

Sweat dripped down her back with every swift motion of Star’s body. She was starting to become irritated by the back and forth game they played, so in a split second her decision was made and Mike’s sword flew through the air, landing feet away from them. His momentary distraction and disarmament were all she needed to swipe her feet beneath his and drop him on his back. 

“For a skilled hunter, you’re quite easily distracted,” Star smirked, holding the tip of her sword under his chin. If he were a werewolf he would have been screaming in pain from the contact. 

“Pardon his distraction, young warrior Micheal has become… rusty

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