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Sam halted a few feet away from Yagrit.
Yagrit who is panting heavily and even felt a bit dizzy with blood loss, tried her best to be sane and sharp. She brandished her sword, held it with both her hands, barely managed to have a firm hold on it with her fingers gone.
She gritted her teeth and charged towards Sam.
Sam didn't dodge. He stood in the air, waiting for her to come to him. Yagrit aimed at his chest, trying to stab him.
Sam extended his hand, intending to catch the sword. At that moment, Yagrit suddenly let go of that sword. It was still coming at him, but she wasn't just holding it anymore. Instead she ducked past his hand and slapped it on his stomach.
Sam didn't even feel any pain.
However, he had a familiar force surrounding him. A force that he is very familiar with, that he often used. The spatial energy of a transference token.