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You whirl among them with incredible speed. Your short sword, held in one hand, cleaves through three at a time, and before the remaining priest can react, its tip thrusts through his throat.

You pause only briefly before spinning toward a clump of cultists. Cutting through them is no different than slicing into butter. Behind you, you are vaguely aware that Talandor has arrived to help. As a cultist begins to move for you, you split him in two, then swirl around to break through the scimitars of three others.

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