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... ker of indecision cross the shaman’s face. He raised his staff halfway, mana swirling at the tip—then hesitated, teeth sinking into his lower lip.
He wasn’t stupid.
He knew by now that any attack he hurled would only end up as one of the many means I could use to slaughter his own men, so he held back.
I saw the frustration building behind his eyes.
But while he held back, uncertain, one of his underlings wasn’t so cautious.
The hasty bastard lunged at me, ...
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