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A strongarm Rhambos to tear me apart, the Haven son ill disappear and choke host, and Lord Osanos himself to drown Cal’s fire Arven as well, I re netrons

It’s al scowls, Evangeline and Ptole, cruel knives

So down Not much time left

Above us, Maven’s voice croaks out

"Let them die"

TWENTY-EIGHT

The shield explodes to life above us, a giant purple dolass like the one in the Spiral Garden Not to protect us--but to protect the crowd Sparks of lightning pulse through thewould be ht I could show this world who I a out his arm The air ripples around hiles hihis own heat push me back The flarowing up his ar and the fabric doesn’t sh the wall, you’ll have to run Evangeline’s weakest, but the strongar this out, to make it a show" Then softly, "They won’t let us die quickly"

"What about you? Osanos will--"

"Let me worry about Osanos"

The executionersprey They spread out across the middle of the arena, each one ready to advance Somewhere, metal scrapes and a piece of the arena floor slides away, revealing a sloshing pool of water at Lord Osanos’s feet He s shield I re She destroyed him

All around, the crowd jeers Ptole his fa it like a bell At his side, Evangeline spins her knives, sliding therin

"This won’t be like before, Red," she crows "No tricks can save you now"