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KayLisa – he repeats the name to himself, associating it with the changing light of her eyes. “What would it be like to see with eyes that play such games with light?” he wonders to himself for an instant before shifting his attention to the more dangerous concerns of the moment. “How many can I hit – how strange that question seems,” he thinks – when one is alone one strikes as often as he must or he dies. His face hardens slightly as he notes the moving figures in the trees. “No scouts in the trees – they assume surprise is theirs,” he thinks. “Good. They have surrounded the area, but the groups are out of sight of one another. Better. But, the artificial creature .....”
He turns again to KayLisa, “What I can see, I can hit. And I can hit ....” his eyes narrow as he pauses and his voice takes on a quiet grimness. “No,” he gives the only answer he can, “I will hit as many as I need to.”
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