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- "A Duneyrr," Blake whispered, eyes narrowed.
- [...]
- Fortunately, I didn't have to, and I drove the tip of Crocea Mors into the joint of its hind knee. Ren struck the other, blades glinting as he tried to hamstring it.
- The armour proved too much for that, and for me, but the creature roared its pain nonetheless.
- —Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 7]
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