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... g from. Maybe if he'd been fresh, it would have been a different story. But that wasn't the case. His hands were trembling with fatigue and his breathing was ragged and labored. So, the bone wasn't the target. The fleshy tendril trying to haul it back into the ceiling was.
The blade parted the skin-wrapped muscle easily, and the sphere of bone crashed to the floor. Cracks radiated outward from the impact, proving that the shell was vulnerable after all. Velik landed right next to it, pau ...
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