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The bar was in an utterly bad shape, it's walls and roofing were broken, all that stood were a few pillars, apart from that was a debris.
Anthony coughed out rising to his knees feeling his body reverbrate in pain, "shit!" He growled wrapping his hands around the hilt of his sword.
James raced for Clancy swinging his sword to her neck, his sword sparks off it not making a dent.
"Pathetic!" Clancy clamps her hand around James' neck choking him before hurling him into the air dozens of feet away. James manuevers himself landing on his feet before he hits the ground.
"You two will make great demons," Clancy commented.