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37It took all she had not to kill the man where he stood. Watching him swing the broken end of a Kazzanovian flag pole sent her heart racing her blood to her tightening hands, which gripped Plan B, the short sword, tightly; the metal rattled inside its sheath. A-a, she stammered, then bit her lip, turning her face from Galzaal Kazzanoff, who sat slightly amused with his chin resting on his fist. Say it, he said without taking his eyes off the makeshift bullring in front of them. Guards of all ranks surrounded the big man in the center, who cracked a mans helmeted head vicuosly to the side with the impro37
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