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... ith a wedge of fifty. He found the one place where the enemy line forgot to watch —between a net team and a shield team— and stepped through it like a ghost walking through a curtain. He did not shout. He set blades low and cut tendons and kept moving. The wedge opened a mouth in Mardek’s line. Vexor saw it and threw his left flank into the gap with a hiss of breath. Flint’s hook ropes snatched shields from hands and dragged them backward into drones who did not waste the gift.
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