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The summit of the northwest city wall.
Swords danced in intricate patterns, wooden blades whistling through the air. A jet-black dagger traced a violet arc as it knocked aside a lightning-fast silver slash. Without the slightest pause, a wooden blade came crashing down from the opposite side; the crimson strike barely managed to parry it, and the dagger almost slipped from Bell's grasp.
Under the vivid red sunset, the clash of weapons rang out—sometimes sharp, sometimes low and heavy. The slender sword and wooden blade struck like pelting rain, clashing brightly against the dagger. Three figures weaved between one another, golden hair and green hair interlacing into a beautiful, multicolored scene.
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