And each probe is knocked aside with a combination of the styles of the salle and the gutter. Unfortunately, the zombie's put so many such things after another that GK falls for the feint. And takes the cut.
(RA-- -- quick recovery of composure despite wounded vanity, actually) This time, GK whirls like a ballet dancer -- a male ballet dancer, thank you -- to get himself on the other side of Din's arm, knock the blade down with the stick from that angle, and let his sword go for Din's sword-arm.
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