Placeholder: Without a moment's hesitation, Agatha, wielding her sword adorned with carved flowers, seized the opportunity. With a swift and precise movement, she struck beneath the tyrant's shoulder, piercing through his defenses and driving him to his knees. Without a moment's hesitation, Agatha, wielding her sword adorned with carved flowers, seized the opportunity. With a swift and precise movement, she struck beneath the tyrant's shoulder, piercing through his defenses and driving him to his knees.

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Without a moment's hesitation, Agatha, wielding her sword adorned with carved flowers, seized the opportunity. With a swift and precise movement, she struck beneath the tyrant's shoulder, piercing through his defenses and driving him to his knees.

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