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No bolt or shell slowed him. He did not race, he did not charge. He stalked towards the heart of the fighting like the storm's soul, massive and impenetrable, his coming wreathed in a psychic shock wave that burned out nerves, crippled hearts and paralyzed limbs. The entire space seemed to shrink, to reel on its axis, to shudder and withdraw in his presence.

Leman Russ: The Great Wolf pg. 87