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- "He's not Andalite! It's impossible!"
- Not so, boys.
- I fell forward onto all fours and lunged. Slashed a Hork-Bajir leg. Rip! Slash! Rip!
- Four were down. I turned on my father. He reached for the Dracon holstered on his hip.
- His hand was on it. His eyes were on me.
- One leap and I'd have him. One leap, and I could take him out.
- My dad.
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