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... grab Flavian and shield from my System inventory.
He had, of all things, a boar hunting spear, with which he sent my shield flying before I could secure it. Dodging the bar, I swung my Flavian into his mail-armored side before he could compensate.
“A curse upon you, demon-spawn!”
I tried to grasp the hilt of his spear, to prevent him from pulling it back and smacking me on the back of my head. He sidestepped, wrenching it from my grasp.
“Titan-spawn.” I said, dodg ...
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