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- 'I serve a power greater than yours,' Kharn roared, lifting up Gorechild, sunlight sparkling from its mica-dragon tooth blades. Flecks of the Templar's blood showered down upon him. 'You are hollow, Sigismund. Hnnh. You'll never beat me again.' Sigismund dived aside, too late to fully avoid the blow. Dragon's teeth caught his left thigh, ripping chunks from power armour and genehanced muscle.
- The First Wall
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