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... orilla’s, grotesquely developed muscles bulging.
A massive concrete shield attached to his left arm.
In his right hand, he gripped a rusty iron shovel.
Boom, boom, boom!
Despite his size, he moved fast.
The ground shook as he charged, crushing my rifle and shotgun underfoot, the ones I had left on the ground earlier.
“Tsk!”
I barely avoided being smashed by his shield, throwing myself to the side just in time.
It was a move aided by ...
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