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- As Ragnar watched, one man who had obviously been feigning death- quite convincingly judging by the amount of blood covering his tattered uniform- leapt to his feet and aimed a bayonet at Sven's back. Calmly Ragnar took aim and put several boltor shells into him. The force of their impact crumpled the man like a ration carton crushed in a Space Marine's fist.
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