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... moment, even the ogre felt blessed and excited, as though he were everyone’s champion.
He raised his enemy’s head high, drawing even louder ovation. He planted a heel on the fallen chest and threw his shoulders back like a statue. Ropes of muscle stood out under oily skin, and steam curled from the blood on his forearms. He let the head tilt so that the severed hair trailed down his bicep like a banner.
Arena torches picked out every scar. He bellowed once, low and proud, and the ...
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