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- You're right," I [Vulkan] coinceded, holding up Dawnbringer so he could see it. "I fashioned it as a teleporter, a means to escape even a prison such as tis. I counted on you leading me here, on you needing to face me one last time. It seems I was fooled into thinking you hadn't planned for this." I lowered the weapon and let the weight of its head pull the haft down until my hand was wrapped around the very end of the grop. "But you're forgetting one thing...."
- Curze leaned in, as if eager to hear my words. He believed that he had me, that I would never escape this trap. He was wrong.
- "What's that, brother?"
- "It's also a hammer".
- The blow caught him across the chin, a savage upswing that took Curze off his feet and put him on the ground again with the sheer force of the impact. He got to one knee before I hit him again, this time across his left shoulder blade where I split his pauldron in half. I jabbed into his stomach before swinging a second blow that put him on his feet
- Vulkan Lives
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