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[ The little swordsman is quite fast -- faster than any human and perhaps some Noah (though that should be expected, no?) -- but the Earl is above both humans and Noah. Lero becomes his sword at his thought, and parries each hit. Though, the sixth is a near thing; how strange, to feel the limitation Allen Walker spoke of. ]
My turn. [ Channels a bombshell-sized ball of dark matter, and lets it fly directly toward Alma Karma. ]