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The ene S.mys own ax had dropped from his fingers as Rikards blade smashed home, and clanged off the chiefs helmet. Rikard smote at the warrior beyond, hit a metal shoulder plate, and dodged a counterblow. Leda thrust between him and Jonak, driving the pike home with a terrible force that split the Copers suit at the belly. He lurched back, clutching futile hands against the streaming air, his face distorted with unheard screams....FROM THE BOOKS.

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