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... ss had narrowed to a pinpoint focus on the world in front of him and the target of his axe. Besides rage, the only other emotion that brushed the surface of his waking mind was wild, cruel glee as he slaughtered one foe after another. If he could step outside himself and watch the destruction he wrought, he might have been stunned by the carnage. He moved like a piece of construction equipment—a backhoe or bulldozer or excavator—ponderous and unstoppable as he waded through the hordes of obsidia ...
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