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The bandit dared not move as Ryoku held a sword horizontally at his throat. He breathed heavily, trying not to let his chest go out too far, in fear of making a sudden movement. He stared into Ryoku's eyes, they were glaring with hate, he wanted to look away, but couldn't. His own eyes were filled with fear, fear of death. He didn't know why, all of his years as a bandit, escaping death many times like it was a morning stroll, but here, here in front of...those eyes...made him feel something he hadn't felt in too long. Fear. The bandit contemplated things in his mind, could he get out of this
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