It isn’t illusions—for us. Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck. She gulped for air merely, for it had been difficult to breathe with his hand almost cutting off the supply to her lungs. But then he began to take steps, and, at last, strides to something more and more like predominance. Cars rushed by on the street, swerving into the middle of the two lane road to avoid the knee-deep puddles forming around sewer grates. I don't believe he is much past forty. Too much, perhaps.
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