Iapetus Speed

	The mountain loomed above us. A dusty trail snaked up a few hundred feet or so to the mouth of a cave. The path was lined with human bones for that extra-cosy feel.
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	A man’s laughter echoed down the mountain.
	"You’re right about that," a voice boomed. At the mouth of the cave stood two people – a boy with an eye patch and a ten foot tall man in a tattered prison jumpsuit.
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	He leveled his spear at me and charged.
	If he’d been at full strength, I have no doubt he would’ve pierced me right through the middle. Even weakened and just out of the pit, the guy was fast. He moved like a tornado, slashing so quickly I barely had time to dodge the strike before his spear impaled the rock where I’d been standing.