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- My arm came down and broke the wrist of the next ex before it could grab at me. I would’ve broken both of them, but its other arm ended at the elbow. Looked like it had been chewed or twisted off. Maybe both. No question how that guy bought it. A solid backhand spun its head to the side as its teeth scraped against the outside of my gloves. I put one hand on its jaw, one on its shoulder, and twisted it around even farther until I felt cartilage tear and heard bones snap. It fell, and I kicked it in the head as I walked past.
- Two down and I’d already bled off some strength. Not much, but I could feel it. I’d have to put the rest of them down before I ran out of power.
- Excerpt From Ex-Isle, pg 223
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-isle/id989619017
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