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"I saw him, fighting, just before...," Freya trailed off. "Zavian, you are hurt."
"It doesn't matter, it isn't bad."
"If it isn't, I really hope that blood is of the enemy's."
"Enough. Where is Azriel?"
Freya pointed behind Zavian. When he turned to look, under a body of the large creature, Azriel rolled it over and rose to his feet, his hand holding the side of his flank, his hair and face thick with blood and soot.
"Damn it, Zavian, I could hear ...
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