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Story of Venswrath chapter 9 The Specter of the ancient king rushed forward a trail of dazzling blue light recording the movements of the flashing sword. The sheathed sword Abur also left a trail but this was like that of dark red pipe smoke. The classing of naked blade on stone enveloped every crevice of the room. The two warriors images where reduced to nothing more than a blur of limbs. "Is that Arthur guy slowing down at all?" Sprixed asked after Thoris jumped away from the tow fighters. "Doesn't seem like it, but something else is bothering me." Thoris replied. "Can't quite but my finger on it..." "I know what you mean, something isn't right." Wrens came flying across the room hitting the wall hard creating a clamor of noise. "He's defending!" They realized in unison. "But he never goes on the defensive." Sprix mumbled. "Th