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- ‘You’ve done your homework. Pentagrammatic runes on your blade. A nice touch. They hurt!’
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- I swung again, trying for an uin ulsar. It gripped my blade fast, in its one good hand. Smoke rose from the clamping fist around the blade.
- It clenched its teeth in pain. ‘The wards... hurt... but they are no... stronger... than the weapon... you should learn to... make your weapons sounder... next time...’
- ‘Not that there will be... a next time....’ it added. The hanger had become so hot, I let it go with a howl. Prophaniti tossed the buckled, molten steel aside. It had burned its hand terribly, but it didn’t seem to notice.
- "Malleus", Chapter Fifteen
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