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Plaxica 70/70
He had only been capable of shifting his shape to that of an owl for a few months, yet his hearing and sight had already surpassed that of normal humans. As soon as his senses picked up the commotion downstairs his inner senses told him something had gone horribly wrong. He grabbed his sword, but then stopped suddenly hearing the word dead. He tried listening for more details of the conversation, but he could not make out any more words. He then rushed to the door, opened it and started running towards the direction from where he had heard the voices. If only he arrived in time...
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