This has been going on for hours. Hours. Even the sun grew weary of it; it seemed to set all too soon. A few broken shards of weapons lay across the ground. Whatever could be summoned was never strong enough to last even a few blows. He watched as a naginata twirled itself around their fingers before promptly vanishing. He rubbed his eyes in exasperation. Let’s stop here. It’s getting dark. Merciful winds… you’re helpless.
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