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- Spears thrust down, jabbing and stabbing, tormenting the Sharklord from every angle. When the spears were lost or deposited in the Werelord’s body the horsemen switched to their scimitars. The swords proved equally deadly, slicing Vega as he struggled to rise. His hands came up to defend himself, and he felt steel graze bone, cutting his wrists and forearms. Was he the last man standing in Highcliff? Had everyone escaped? A scimitar slashed down his back, tearing into his scalp and sending a cloud of his dark curling locks through the air. That was too much for the pirate prince.
- B2 P5 C7
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