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"For a freshman brat, you sure have a lot of guts." Nigmir's voice seemed to be everywhere, being carried by the wind to all corners. If Leonel didn't know better, he would have thought that he had cloned himself. "Since someone has yet to teach you your place, let it be me."

Nigmir's four meter long lance trembled, a tempest of wind kicking up and concentrating around its shaft. In one moment, it looked no different from an enormous lance. In the next, it had become a drill bit, tearing through the skies with a momentum that would send a cold shiver down anyone's spine. 

Nigmir's arm flexed. 

In that instant, a cone of rotating wind shot through the skies. It was impossibly fast, crossing a distance of a hundred meters in what felt like a blink. 

Leonel's gaze narrowed, a deep black Force flickering around him. 

His body vanished, reappearing just a meter to the side. 

The cone of wind shot by, causing the merchants below to scatter.