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Heedless of the flames, you climb onto the rooftop close to where the Jahksa stands. ‘So!’ he exclaims. ‘It’s sport you want.’
He whirls his staff around his head and, with a blood-curdling yell, aims straight for your legs as you balance on the narrow roof. Swiftly, you parry, incandescent sparks flying where your staves make impact. The Jahksa is beginning to weaken and a powerful blow sends him reeling back along the roof.
