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... wed eyes, his lips curved into a smirk, and despite the wounds weeping blood through the cuts of his shirt, his voice came out with more contempt than Ulgarath, the crowd, and the shaman had managed together.
"I win."
Before anyone could make sense of the futile taunt, a scream of pure agony rocked the arena. Ulgarath's axe clanged on the tiles. He gripped his right arm, his massive palm barely hiding muscles that squirmed in different directions, as if they tried to suppress the ...
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