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... atsword, a descending meteor of cold, final judgment, was inches from his throat. But Edward’s clawed hand, a blur of dark, monstrous desperation, was faster.
His sharpened nails tore through the soft and unprotected flesh of Korgan’s throat. A wet, ripping sound. Not a clean, surgical cut. A brutal, animalistic act of pure, survivalist violence.
He dug his claws in deep. Shredding muscle. The mercenary lord’s windpipe. A single, horrific motion.
Korgan’s victorious grunt ...
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