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... ng> as the bone club descended. To the Lizardmen, the blow was a blur of violence. To Zephyr’s divine perception, it was a frame-by-frame schematic of bad form.
The attacker—Vark—was overextended. Weight too far forward. Grip too tight. He was banking on intimidation, not mechanics. He expected the victim to flinch.
Krug didn’t flinch.
Zephyr leaned forward in his throne of silence.
He’s stepping inside the arc.
Suicidal. A tool-maker against a bone-breake ...
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