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With the now-glowing katana in hand, Canti charged in towards the seer, who had raised his own sword in defense. Before he struck though, Canti halted his assault and grabbed his forehead with his free hand.
"God damn cheese!" he cursed, squeezing hard at his temples. "What in the hell is your problem seer? Why would you inflict such a torture on a man."
Canti was now on his knees, and as his thoughts again became focused on only cheese, the glow of the sword dimmed then faded.
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