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- “Snarl away, little Wolf! Look at you—you’re nothing!” proclaimed Blackhand. “Some good your White Fist did you, eh?”
- “I have another,” said Drew. His right fist caught the magister sweetly across the jaw, the blow causing Hector to fly across the platform, the rod yanked from the White Fist’s grip. The Boarlord landed near the tower’s edge, head bouncing off the rubble parapet with a crunch.
- B6 P6 C7
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