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This fic is rated R for violence and sexual content, and it contains
yaoi material.

Culmination
Chapter
21

Their
trip through the mountain pass was uneventful, to the relief and convenience of
the four travelers. Ky stayed at the
lead, Bridget just beside and behind him, followed by Baiken and then Testament
bringing up the rear. They saw and
encountered no one, though each could clearly see in the dusty path the imprint
of a vehicle�s markings. They were
recent, and it put them on their guard.

�Do
you think the Ninth will be there?� Bridget asked as they went, his eyes wide
and bright as he scanned the area, as if expecting an attack at any
moment. �He was just in Rome, we might
be right behind him.�

�It�s
possible,� Ky conceded quietly. �Baiken
did say she injured him�he might have returned here with Anji for
treatment. Though if what Testament
says is true, even a sizable wound wouldn�t be enough to slow him down for
long.�

Bridget
hummed thoughtfully, and cast a quick glance back over his shoulder. He lowered his voice. �Does Testament really know this guy?�

�Yes.� Ky resisted the temptation to turn himself. �But he�ll be all right.�

Bridget
frowned, but he didn�t question. He
gave his cloak a slight flap and continued on.

They
stopped several hours in for a rest and to eat�each had packed themselves a
simple lunch and fresh water, to keep their energy level high for when they
finally encountered trouble. When they
reached the factory it was just past six in the evening, and though the long
hike had left them weary the sight of their destination was enough to keep
their senses alert and weapons ready. The
factory was larger than it had appeared in the news article; nestled against a
flat rising of stone it looked almost like a fortress, with thick iron walls
and tall smokestacks in rows along the top.
A broad, solid metal fence surrounded the compound and was topped with
barbed wire. The path leading up to it
seemed to have been cut from rock, making it almost like a funnel channeling
straight to the main gates. There was no
way to approach from the front without being spotted, and unless they started scaling
walls no way to move around toward the rear.

Ky
led them off the path, up a small incline to a flat hill overlooking the
factory and its surroundings. They were
still far enough as to stay out of view as they rested and planned. As the others took sips of water Ky snuck a
little higher, surveying the area and building with a sharp eye. He returned to the three with a quiet
sigh. �It�s not going to be easy
getting in there unnoticed,� he told them.
�It looks like the gate is the only way in.�

�Then
we wait for dark,� Baiken suggested with a slight shrug. �We have every advantage at night�robots
aside, the people in that factory still need to sleep.�

�The
longer we wait, the higher the risk for them to start�working on Anji,� Ky
reminded her quietly. �Are you all
right with that?�

Baiken
snorted. �Of course not. But what other choice is there?� She leaned back against a slab of rock and
waved vaguely at the factory. �Chances
are right now the whole place is in full swing. We don�t know how many robots they have, what kind of manned
security�we don�t know anything. There
could be another of your robot-man friends running around in there for all we
know. If we go at night we might at
least have some element of surprise.�

Ky
smiled humorlessly at her. �You sound
like you�ve laid siege to this kind of compound before,� he remarked.

She
sent him a bitter glare, then returned his grim expression. �Am I right or what?�

�I�m
not sure if there�s much point in stealth,� Testament spoke up evenly. �As soon as we�re discovered the entire
factory will know, and those robots will be more adept to spotting us in the
dark than we will to them.� He tilted
his chin up subtly. �But if nothing
else, my magic will be more useful at night.
Enough to get us up to the gate without being spotted.�

�Really?� Ky frowned.
�Though the next question is how to get through it.�

�I
can handle that, too, if you don�t mind it being�flashy.�

�I
don�t know if I like the sound of that.�

�Well,
shouldn�t we decide exactly what we�re going to do once we�re in there?�
Bridget asked, curling his arms around his knees. �There�s a lot. We need
to watch out for robots, and the Ninth, and Chipp, and maybe Anji, and�and more
robots�.� He clicked his feet
together. �Are we just going to beat up
everything we find?�

Ky
shook his head, pausing to glance up again at the structure. �We need information, as well. Access�to a computer, maybe, that can tell
us if there are more facilities like this.
How many other Japanese have been captured. Anything about what was done to Chipp to make him act like
that.� He turned back to Bridget. �You must be pretty comfortable with
computers, to have discovered everything that you did in Zepp.�

Bridget
nodded brightly. �That�s right. I don�t really know anything about breaking
into them, but if we do find a computer, I should be ale to get some
information from it.�

�Good.� Ky continued to stare at the factory,
letting his thoughts arrange themselves into the beginnings of a plan. He had done things like this before;
attacking entire cities overrun with Gears, infiltrating hideouts for criminals
and smugglers. He was an officer, and
leadership in this kind of situation should come easily for him.

�We
have three objectives,� Ky began seriously, snapping his attention back to his
allies. �To gather information, to
rescue Anji and Chipp, and to halt the operation of the robots. The equipment for building the robots is
most likely in the lower levels, and we should expect that there will be plenty
of the robots there. That you can leave
to me. I know their fighting style
better than anyone here, and now that I can use Thunderseal freely, unless they
have several hundred waiting there I shouldn�t have a problem.�

�Several
hundred?� Baiken echoed with an incredulous snort. �Even a few of those are deadly�there�s got to be at least
between fifty to a hundred of those things in there, and that�s more than
enough.�

Bridget
grinned as he rocked lightly. �You
don�t know how strong Ky is,� he said.
�He was able to kill fifty of them before�even without being able to use
his magic.�

�Fifty?� She glared at him. �I don�t believe that.�

Amused
by their debate over his abilities, Ky smiled.
�I�ll be fine,� he assured Baiken.
�I can handle the robots, and they�re not our biggest concern. Do you think you can handle Chipp?�

Baiken
turned back to Ky, her expression hard.
�Yeah, I can take Chipp,� she grumbled.
�The harder part is not dismembering him in the process.� She patted her sword hilt. �But if you�re going to tell me to look for
Chipp and Anji and take care of that, I was going to do that anyway.�

�Thank
you.� Ky then looked to Bridget. �Then it�ll be up to you to gather the
information we need,� he told him. �You
and Testament should stay together�wherever they store their records will
probably be heavily guarded. Between
the two of you, you should be able to manage.�

Bridget
nodded seriously, as did Testament.
�You can count on me,� the former declared.

�What
about the Ninth?� Baiken interrupted roughly.
�What do you plan to do if he�s here?�

Ky
couldn�t help the flickering of his gaze to Testament, and the Gear stared
back; they regarded each other steadily.
Though Ky had his own ideas for how to handle their inhuman opponent, he
would defer to Testament�s judgment.
This was his enemy more than any of theirs, and he deserved the last
word.

Testament
straightened subtly, recognizing that Ky was placing the matter in his
hands. The muscles along his neck
tightened. �Leave him to me,� he said
at last, his voice unwavering. �I�ll
take care of it.�

�Are
you sure?� Ky asked quietly. He knew
well the effects memories could have in a battle as old and personal as this.

�Yes.� Testament�s eyes narrowed, gleaming determinedly. �If anyone else comes across the Ninth, they
should lead him to me.� He met Ky�s
sole gaze. �I can handle him. Trust me.�

Ky�s
chest ached faintly, and he nodded, assuring himself that he could do just
that. This was not his battle alone; he
had his place, and even if that was not at the head of their assault, each of
them had their given tasks. All he
could do now was trust them to complete their objectives.

�Then
it�s settled,� the officer declared, glancing at each of them. �We enter from the main gate. Any robots we encounter I should be able to
fend off, allowing the rest of you to continue inside. Baiken will look for Chipp and Anji. Testament and Bridget will search for
information regarding the Bureau and their plans, as well as the Ninth. I will continue to the factory itself and
disable their equipment. Once you�ve
done all you can we�ll meet back here.�

He
took a deep breath. �Which leaves us
left to decide only whether we wait until nightfall. The robots can see well enough in the dark, and our vision will
suffer for it. But it will allow us
some cover. What do you all think?�

�It
doesn�t bother me either way,� Bridget answered easily. �I can see pretty well in the dark.� He plucked at his outfit. �We�ll blend in pretty well, too.�

�I
still say we wait,� was Baiken�s opinion.
�It�s a risk, but if we can catch any of them off guard it�ll be worth
it.�

Testament
nodded. �I agree. Especially if I�m to fight the Ninth, I
would prefer it.�

Ky
licked his lips. �Then it�s
settled. We wait until nightfall.� He tugged his cloak a little tighter around
himself and settled in against the rock.

Time
passed slowly as they waited up on the hill, checking their equipment time and
again, casting glances at the factory as dusk stained its metal surfaces
bronze. Ky watched it attentively;
though he was unable to see over the thick wall surrounding it, he could almost
sense the movement beyond iron and wire.
There were robots guarding the entrance, he was sure of it. How many he had no idea, but even the
thought of it made his fingers tingle against Thunderseal�s hilt. It hadn�t been long since his first
engagement with the machines, and he was anxious to finish what had nearly ended
in Genoa.

This
was his chance to think, even if he was somewhat unwilling to do so. Every once in a while his gaze would slip to
Testament, and a few times he caught the Gear watching him as well. He would smile, or offer a nod of
acknowledgement, and was returned with the same each time. But with Baiken and Bridget present he could
pass no words between them, offer nothing of encouragement or consolation. Could not even speak of what had passed
between them not more than a full day ago, when the memories were still so
clear in his mind. Everything had
happened too fast, and he could feel his chance for closure slipping away with
every passing minute.

Everyone
looked to Testament just as the sun disappeared below the western ridge of
mountains, darkening the carved valley into an array of mixing shadows. When the Gear deemed the hour late enough,
he nodded and let his cloak flutter to the ground. The others followed suit and began down the incline, keeping
close on his heels as he led the way toward the gate�the officer shaking off his
reprieve in favor of strict attention to their approaching goal.

Ky
took a deep breath as the iron rose above them. Though he couldn�t yet imagine what the interior would be like,
what they would come to face here at the end of their search, but there was a
feeling of finality to the looming, dark form amidst stone. He looked ahead of him, past Bridget, to the
figure of Testament�s back leading them.
The Gear lifted a hand, and from his palm leapt several of the thin
crimson stalks Ky remembered. They
twisted themselves into a seal of magic, and as Ky watched, the shadows around
them appeared to swell. It only took a
moment, like the sudden fall of thick fog, and then Testament�s shape was
swallowed in the growing dark. It was
eerie, and the officer took in a sharp, quiet breath at the sight of him
vanishing just before his eyes.

They
reached the gate swiftly, cloaked in Testament�s spell, and there waited a
moment longer for him to prepare another.
Ky�s fingers ached faintly around Thunderseal�s well-worn grip, and he
could hear Bridget�s breath hissing anxiously nearby. He whispered a short prayer.
�Good luck, all of you.�

Testament�s
magic expanded, blazing through his shadow spell into a broad, complex circle
of twisting red light. Its aura was
chilling, and Ky grimaced as from the burning shape burst a gleaming mass of
energy. It almost seemed to bear a
human countenance as it screamed toward the iron gates and impacted like waves
on rock. For a moment Ky thought the
spell had failed, as the magic was spreading up along the metal, echoing a
gruesome bellow up and down the mountain path.
But all at once there was a squeal of hinges, of scraping iron and
stone, and the six-meter tall gates were stripped from the surrounding walls
with a clamor. The resounding thud of
the doors striking the ground made Ky�s ears ring and the earth tremble faintly
beneath him.

Testament
lowered his hand and glanced back at the trio.
�We�re in.�

�Fucking
Gears,� Baiken hissed as she stalked past him, clicking her sword from its
sheath. �I thought we were supposed to
be sneaking in, you stupid shit.
Now everyone knows we�re here.�

�Um��

They
followed Bridget�s indication, and Baiken jumped despite herself when she found
herself watching the advance of several dozen armed and blazing-eyed
robots. Bridget snapped both yo-yos
into his hands as he edged closer to Testament�s side.

�I
think they would have spotted us anyway,� he said sheepishly.

*****

Leona
watched from the doorway. Even if she
was sure her presence had been noted by now she offered no greeting, no
admonishment for the behavior she was witnessing. She knew better than to think her wisdom would be heeded. She would only wait here, in case he needed
her. She couldn�t, however, help the
narrowing of her eyes as the needle slipped into his pale forearm.

Finally
growing annoyed with her vigilance, the Ninth raised his head with a
scowl. �You came here to say it, didn�t
you? You might as well do so and be
done with it.�

�Then
I will.� Leona stepped forward, her
heels clicking softly on the metal floor.
She strode slowly and evenly to the bed her superior was seated
on�again, knowing her words were wasted before she spoke them. �I don�t think you should be giving yourself
more.�

�I
have to,� he growled in return, already injecting the dark red fluid into his
vein. �I lost a lot of blood in
Rome. I can�t afford that.�

�But
still.� She was interrupted when he
lifted the syringe for her to take, which she obediently did. �Still,� she tried again, �we�re still
working on creating better nanomachines than these for you�and the research
with the Japanese is almost complete.
With our two new samples, we should be able to test the Ritual soon. Then we�ll have the rest of the data we need
to create you a better��

The
Ninth shook his head harshly. �No. No, I don�t have time for that! I�ll be leaving here again, soon.� He passed his thumb over his forearm, and
the tiny wound left by the needle was erased from his flesh. He let his arm fall to his knee, and then
with a sigh he dropped to the thin mattress.
�I need to finish something.�

�You
mean�.� Leona frowned severely. �That Gear you mentioned?�

�Yes. It�s time I took care of him.� His dark eyes thinned, his face bearing that
same vague, distant look he always bore when reminiscing. Leona glanced away. �Such a miserable creature�I will end
him. He should think it an act of mercy
after this long of his pointless existence.
I will prove to them I was not ineffective.

�Fifty
years too late,� Leona reminded him.

The
Ninth glared at her; she could feel his piercing stare against her cheek, but
she was too used to it to let his anger bother her. �It�s true,� she said, more quietly. �Those old men don�t care anymore whether or not you can kill
Gears�only if you�re able to build the army they want.�

�I
know that,� he snapped, rolling onto his side, away from her. �Now leave me.�

Leona
looked to him at last, her eyes dimming as she watched the man�s turned
back. He was still denying what she had
seen all along; his magic was fading.
The ritual performed so long ago was wearing thin�the tiny machines that
filled his blood were too few, and even as his strength with ki and other
magics had increased, his body was no longer keeping up. The Forbidden Magic had long since ebbed,
and even the advanced science brought down from Zepp was not enough to replace
all that he had already lost. He had
been reduced to filling his body with supplements and imitations�his
immortality was fading.

Leona
took in a short breath. �Sir.�

�I
said go.�

�Sir,
I talked to Arthur a few hours ago,� she continued anyway. �While you were resting. He told me that Sol Badguy was investigating
Zepp.�

The
Ninth sat rigidly upright, his eyes widening on the far wall. �Sol Badguy�?� he echoed. His fingers knotted fitfully in the stiff
sheets.

�Yes. He went to Potemkin, asking about our
project�and Ky Kiske. They all seem to
think we have him.�

�Ky
Kiske�.� The Ninth was silent, and then
his eyes sharpened, drawn abruptly into focus.
He leveled his gaze at the woman.
�What did he find out?�

�Arthur
told them nothing,� Leona answered quietly.
�But if Sol Badguy is already on our trail, he will find this
place.� She folded her arms. �What will you do?�

�Defeat
him as well. There is no other
option.� He scowled at her. �Now leave already. Have Mito Anji taken to the
laboratory�prepare him for the Ritual.�

�Yes,
Sir.�

Leona
headed for the door, biting back any more remarks she might have had. She had only made it a few steps, however,
when one of the guards came rushing down the corridor towards her. �Dr. Mariot!� he called, breathing
hard. �Dr. Mariot�we�re under attack! Several women just breeched the compound
fence!�

�What?� Leona paled, and turned back to catch her
superior�s response; he was already brushing roughly past her, and she caught
only a glimpse of the hardened gleam in his eyes as he strode quickly away from
her and the startled officer.

*****

Ky
dodged out of the way of another incoming sword attack�a straight lunge, an
attack he�d used many times before. He
had to admit, whoever had programmed his robot copies had done a nearly perfect
job in studying his style and skill. On
anyone else, the strike would have at least drawn blood on some of the greatest
of fighters. But Ky knew nothing better
than his own ability, and the inherent weaknesses in each move thrown at
him. It took only a short step out of
range, a spin, to cleave the machine�s head from its body, and a moment later
three more were joining it on the stony courtyard floor.

�Damn
lot of them, aren�t there?� Baiken grunted.
On his left, she had just finished searing through the elbows of another
robotic opponent. She flashed him a
quick glare. �You�d better be as good
as your mouth, Kiske.�

Ky
smiled humorlessly. He took to the air,
kicking off one of the robot�s shoulders for the boost he needed to get above
the latest of the approaching crowd of robots.
He could feel Thunderseal humming in his grip, and with a bit of
satisfaction unleashed its energy in full.
The robots writhed�one or two shattered�under the pressure of his magic,
and most had collapsed in steaming heaps long before his feet touched earth
once more.

Baiken
rolled her eye. �Show off.�

�Go
on ahead,� Ky told her, already taking up a new stance for when the rest
arrived. Off to his right Testament was
just finishing off the last of his own nuisances, along with Bridget�s help,
but another group of robots was heading toward them. He glanced through the swarms of metal, spotting a small,
door-like entrance in the factory wall ahead.
�That way,� he indicated with a nod.
His sword followed the gesture of his head in a sweeping arch,
Thunderseal�s magic striking a path through the robots and scattering debris in
all directions.

Baiken
shot him another glare, but without comment she turned and sprinted toward the
doorway. Assured that she would pass
unharmed, Ky then turned his attention again to his remaining comrades. �Testament!�

The
Gear reeled, a burst of his own crimson magic engulfing a pair of robots as he
took Bridget by the arm and started in Ky�s direction. A bit of lightning kept their way
clear. �There�s a way in over there,�
Ky indicated toward Baiken�s fleeing back.

�Will
you be all right?� Bridget asked, a little breathless, as he started after her.

�Yes�go
on. I�ll cover you.�

Bridget
nodded and hurried on, clamoring over the pile of bodies that was beginning to
develop. But when Testament started to
continue past as well Ky felt something in his chest tighten, and without
thinking he called out to him.
�Testament!�

Testament
stopped, looking as if he�d been planning to all along, and his eyes widened as
he watched Ky. There they paused,
regarding each other amidst the battlefield they�d briefly shared. Testament�s lips parted. �Ky.
Whatever happens��

Ky
surged forward before he could finish; his hand caught the leather choker
around Testament�s neck, pulling him down so he could press to his mouth a firm
kiss. He held him there for a moment,
tasting the sweat around his lips as Testament�s breath hissed against his
flushed cheeks. When he pulled back he
offered only a slight grin. �Good
luck,� he breathed, and with that he turned suddenly, charging off after another
group of approaching robots. He only heard Testament�s departure, the dry
chuckle that echoed back to him after he had joined Bridget and Baiken in their
progress toward the factory�s interior.

*****

Anji
gasped quietly at the sudden, cold touch of metal against his forehead. It sharpened his senses into a semblance of
clarity he�d been lacking lately.
�Where�?� His lips felt numb,
and forming words other than that simple question didn�t seem to be an option
at the moment.

�Just
relax, Mr. Mito. The drugs are already
wearing off.�

Anji
groaned softly, trying to squirm, but more of the cold metal bit into his
wrists, ankles, and neck, keeping him still.
A thin sheet was draped over the lower half of his otherwise naked body. He quickly gave up his struggles in favor of
coaxing his eyelids to lift. They
showed him very little, however�only flashes of bright light, and the shadowed
outline of moving figures around and above him. �Are you�.� He
gulped. �Are you doing to me what you
did to Chipp?�

Something
pricked his finger, and he winced at the feeling of warm blood sliding down
into his palm. �No, Mr. Mito, I�m not,�
came the woman�s voice again. �I�m
afraid it�s worse than that.�

A
hand moved against him, collecting the blood from him. A moment later he felt dampened fingertips
moving over his chest, just above his heart.
It felt as a shape were being drawn upon his skin with a woman�s
fingernail, and it raised a feeling of dread in him. �What are you doing?� he demanded, trying again to squirm. �Stop it!�

The
woman murmured something above him, indistinguishable, and then her heels
tapped as she moved away. �Get those
cameras ready,� she instructed. �I want
everything documented, in case something goes wrong and we have to change the
procedure for when it�s used on Mr. Zanuff.�

�Let
me go!� Anji cried, trying to struggle again without success. The metal was starting to cut into his
wrists. �Damnit, what do you want from
me? Stop this! Stop it!�

Her
hand fell over him again, this time on his forehead; her fingertip was warm
with his blood, and it sent through him an unnatural chill like ice in his
veins. That was all he remembered
before the room darkened again around him.

*****

Ky
gasped softly as he lowered his sword at last�thirty robots later, the
courtyard seemed to be finally cleared of them. He had been expecting worse, though he reasoned that if their
creator were truly hunting his prey all over the globe, it would account for a
lack of them here. He wasted no time in
his apparent victory. Taking only a
moment to glance over himself for injuries he ran for the entrance his
companions had passed through earlier.

The
doorway led to what must have been a security checkpoint of some kind, based on
the sectioned off offices and automated doorways. The men who had stood guard there were long since immobilized;
unconscious, all of them, sprawled up and down the corridor. Some had barely had the chance to draw
weapons. Pleased that none of them had
been killed�testimony to his comrades� restraint�he moved quickly but carefully
through them toward a set of double doors at the end of the hall.

Ky
almost hated to admit it, but he was enjoying himself. Since the war he had very few chances to
unleash his power in full upon an opponent, and though he usually preferred it
that way this was his chance to fight openly and without repercussions. His enemies were robots, without mind or
feeling, and he felt nothing of their slaughter as he charged through fresh
ranks of them.

He
was being brought back�returned, to a seemingly ancient time in which he had no
care other than the thoughtless beasts before him. To a time when his strength in battle was his ally, not his vice,
and with lines between sides firmly drawn there was no need to question
himself. He remembered, once, being
unyielding and strong, before the world changed and he came to fear that
drastic instinct buried in his sword arm.
And now, in this moment, he could be that soldier again. He could trust himself as Testament had
said.

Everything
was so much simpler, like this. Not
having to question his judgment before every strike.

At
his breakneck pace Ky found the object of his search in little time. Nearly two-dozen more of the robots had
lined at the wide entrance doors, creating a barricade to prevent his
invasion. They launched their
electricity at once in a broad attack that crackled and moved as if alive. Ky lifted Thunderseal before him. It hummed within his grasp, and though he
had never done something quite like this before, with the help of his own
manipulative talent he was able to collect their man-made electricity along his
blade. It was only for an instant, a
heartbeat of concentration, and then the energy was screaming back towards its
creators. The robots were scattered,
some shaking madly before falling still while others were splintered, and still
others simply deactivated long before their collapse. Only a handful survived the blast, and they were swiftly dealt
with by the length of Ky�s steaming blade.
Just punishment, he concluded with a slight nod, for the impersonation
of an officer.

Ky
stepped past the mess, into the broad factory setting that had been his goal
all along. The room was rectangular and
long; twenty by fifty meters, at least, though his measurements may have been
swayed by the presence of so much machinery filling every available space. A wide conveyer belt stretched the length of
the immense room, and the hum of its grinding gears echoed at ear-throbbing
intensity among the metal walls.

Ky came forward slowly as his eyes swept over
the apparatus. One end of the belt made
a curve towards the wall, to a large, closed entrance that appeared to be a
loading area of some kind. He assumed
it was there that the raw materials were delivered, though there was nothing
there now. The entire factory had been
emptied of workers, though admittedly he didn�t even know if it required manned
assistance. As Ky worked his way
forward he began to understand the function of the devices a bit better. The raw materials were tempered, and
combined with the products of another conveyer belt he discovered further down
the room�there were traces of delicate electronics littering its surface. Once frame and innards were combined, the
robot was assembled into a body.

At
the end of the process, Ky discovered a dozen recesses in the factory wall,
each filled with a completed�though not yet clothed�robotic version of
him. There were wires fed into the
sides of their heads and into their limbs, and beside each partitioned chamber
was a display of some sort listing complicated arrangements of numbers and
letter markings that he found impossible to interpret. It seemed clear, however, that this was some
kind of final stage to their creation.

�It�s
programming them,� Ky murmured under his breath to himself, looking up and down
the line. To his left, a wide
mechanical arm was taking the completed robots off the conveyer belt and
setting them aside; at least another dozen sat waiting. �They can make dozens, but they take time to
program. That�s why they have a
shortage.�

He
turned back to the robots in front of him, wondering if there was some way to
disable the mechanism before they, too, were ready to fight him. But he was unfamiliar with Zeppian
technology, and there seemed to be no easy solution to what he was
attempting. His only choice might be to
destroy them.

�Admiring
your handywork?�

Ky
turned, just in time to see a whirling fireball strike towards him.
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