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... le eyeing the troll’s every move, down to the rise and fall of its chest.
“I have faced worse odds,” Lyra responded. “I think we all have.”
Siv nodded in agreement. “This much difference is nothing.”
“Very well then,” Erin said. She took out a small brown ball from one of the satchels by her waist. “I will stun the troll with this smoke bomb. While it’s dazed, Lyra, get its eyes. Siv, you and I will be aiming for its limbs after Lyra’s arrows found their marks. Once it’s ...
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