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... wing sword larger than most wagons. He cleared it, but its impact against the cobbles hit him with a cushion of air that sent him sprawling. His armor and spear clattered across the ground, crashing painfully atop the unconscious Acolytes.
That thing hits harder than three Ogres! Kelgan thought as he struggled to his feet. Didn't even touch me and my Health dropped, his eyes bugged in alarm. Nearly half!
Kelgan leaned against his spear, only to find it give way beneath his weight ...
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