[459] Ra’s Call (1) “Fwoof!” The Iron-Wall Rider blew out a breath. Moments later, his electric barrier burst with a crash like shattering glass. Blood seeped diagonally from shoulder to waist, and his upper body slid as he toppled. Defense magic won’t do. Gaold tugged muscle into place and jammed his dislocated shoulder back in. For someone with keen pain...
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