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Your movement across the distance is swift, and it completely takes them by surprise. They barely lift their swords before they are slammed aside. Your swing carries your short sword straight through both bone and muscle. You realize, as the cultists come around the corner, that they are truly no match for you. Their swordsmanship is poor, and they can't cope wth your superior strength and speed. It is a bloodbath, and within seconds, mounds of bodies lay on the ground before Kanow can even cast a spell.

You look around, covered in blood and still feeling that rush of battle. Your memory of this may have left you, but now you know that you have always been a warrior, and those skills haven't diminished with your memory.

Kanow lowers his hands, stops muttering, and emerges from beneath the awning. His eyes are wide with awe. "It is no wonder the texts speak of Solarians as if they were gods."

You frown. "I see no priests here, Kanow. We must go back to the jail. Talandor could be in trouble."

He nods slowly. "Go ahead. I am right behind you."

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