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... r’s steel—only his heavy kitchen knives. He threw his weight between them, the blunt force of his intervention knocking Luavier back and forcing Morgant’s fan wide.
Sairant grabbed Luavier by the collar, dragging his limp body toward the weapon rack as Morgant reset his stance. They collapsed against the wood, slowly, Luavier pushed himself up, his good arm trembling, as Sairant rose beside him.
"Wha—what is the meaning of this..."
Sairant wheezed. His voice trembled, thi ...
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