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... nd, groaning and cursing, worked to dig the crossbow bolt out of his armpit. A dozen bloody, broken bolts and arrows already lay at his feet. He’d finally run out of enemies to kill—they’d kept coming in twos and threes out of the ruins, seeking to capitalize on his “weakness” after he’d killed the original crew of ambushers. Those latecomers had soon learned the folly of their ways. Victor chuckled at the thought, glancing around the clearing at the many corpses and pieces of corpses. A few had ...
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