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Then he scraet to the last one Scra, serrated blade that could do a lot of dae of losing consciousness: Rhage’s hands were flopping and slapping instead of strategically hitting, his balance all wonky, his skin as white as the snow

Axe slipped and fell Went down hard Landed badly

As he snoed, his leathers protected hi to save hiunshot wound--which arrived in a now-fa stabbed hi else hty Brother went down first on one palic as Axeto hop around, co the job

No roar this tiot the fuck up, even though his vision flickered again, and he bolted forward, not sowas buzzing around his head--ere there flies out at the end of Decehed twice as much

Fuck, he srabbed the Brother’s hair, and put every ounce of power left in hiing lesser blade--

Axe was the one who took the knife

And it went deep into hiasped, his eyes lifting to the sky And then suddenly everything went slo---no, it was probably him, wasn’t it?

What ith the flies?

Booh the numb-blanket he rapped in; he just assu up and down until gravity won against the laws of basketballs and falling bodies that offered no resistance

Exhale

He tasted copper Gurgling He heard a horrible gurgling … and figured ithe saw as he passed out was Rhage rolling over and staring at hie opened hisout for Axe as if offering hi to hold on to

Axe tried to one

THIRTY

The heart of a warrior