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The door shook from the impact. I just need a little time. Recover. No matter how serious the guard was, it was not possible to break in. Wait, freak, we'll see you.

Taking back control of the muscles, he glanced at the indicators in the interface. Mana is enough. The berserk has long since died out, depriving me of part of my strength. Not that important.

Rolling away from the door, he let it open with a kick. The guard smiles bloodthirstyly. Not afraid? In vain.

Impulse Activation.

4 mana spent.

This time the hit is accurate. The guard, who had time to approach and swing his baton, lifted himself off the floor. The purposeful flow of air tossed the thin body, disorienting. Gotta hand it to the kid - landed on his feet.

Rush forward. knock down. Intercept the hand with the baton. Saddle. Hit.

The guard tries to cover himself. He was not taught to fight in this position. And I love close-ups.

With all your weight, fall on the left, clinging to the throat. Press into the floor. Strangl
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