The Dragon's Empire Book 1
Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.
Instinct ignited South Side sharp—stiletto absent, but heel twisted spike-stab, driving into attacker's instep, crunch audible. He howled, crumpled, knife skittering across the tatami. Mahogany leg swept follow-through, tripping the second rebel into my elbow, jaw-crack. Kenji moved storm-unleashed—bokken beheading leader clean arc, blood fountaining arterial hot, headless corpse folding puppet-cut. Porcelain hands, relentless, snapping another's wrist, tanto-drop, knee, gutting third windless.
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