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- “Go away,” Zedong said. He nodded at one companion, who drew a knife from his belt; another stood holding an axe handle as a club. “We no longer traffic with foreigners. They are mad.”
- The soldiers behind Miss Hakkandottir didn't flinch or reach for their own weapons.
- “You will traffic with me,” she said calmly. With her gloved [metal] hand she grabbed the nearest man's knife blade by the sharp edge and snapped it in two, then kicked his knee so hard he collapsed in pain. The second man swung his club and she easily deflected the blow, a move she had learned in Hong Kong, then crushed the man's solar plexus. Both men writhed on the ground between her and Zedong. (Slade, 118)
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