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... his crossfire!"
The voice was a thundering one, causing a sharp jolt to run through even the demon’s nerves, catching its breath and immediately changing the air.
Liora turned back, staring at the man who spoke.
It was Corien, his hand on her shoulder with his other grazing the long blade resting on his waist.
For a second, it looked like he tugged on it, but he closed his eyes and looked back down where the demon stood.
"Ah, more meatbags to disembowel," ...
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