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IX.IV Differential Calculus
This was a problem.

*CLANG! CLANG! STAB!* One-two parry quickly followed up by a visceral stab to the poor tin can's neck.

With every Decimal that we manage to take down, two more seemed to take their place as we stood dab smack in the middle of the enemy forces. The scenery around us was like a fucking massacre; dead bodies piling up around the small circle that we claimed for ourselves as we shakily held our ground. As the seconds ticked by, each swing started to become a challenge, and if this keeps up, we're bound to get overwhelmed before we can even manage to get my signal out.

*Crash! SLICE! STAB!* A side-
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