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She vanished in a flash by using her Rootstep skill. The next second she reappeared near the upper arch, breathing hard. "Heal the wounded," she ordered. "Everyone else… attack him from all directions."
The Frog Man looked up at her, blood trailing from his leg, tongue lashing wildly now. "You're quick," he crooned. "That makes me want you more."
"I'm not prey," she said, her chest heaving. "I am the master of blades."
He grinned. "Then let's play, blade master. I'll split you open nice and wide… and bury myself in the warmth you deny me."
A group of frogkin soldiers behind him. They were grotesque, oily skinned servants wearing armor made of swamp shells and bone. They stepped forward, muscles tensed.
"Master, allow us," one of them croaked by cracking his knuckles. "We'll butcher these insects for you."
Another added with a rasping chuckle, "Young Master loves to play with weak women. He'll break her bones, then break her mind."
