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SIR BLANDAMOUR (The gargoyle has not yet turned completely as B's lance strikes him square in the chest. The iron point, undeflected by any armor, goes right through the horny hide and, smashing a rib, deflates a lung and a major blood vessel before emerging on the other side. Blandamour, feeling the lance beginning to strain, lets go and, using his heels alone, wheels Shaitann back to the staggering foe. The great sword Cold Iron whisks from its sheath.)
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