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Terrakis
With a practiced and lethal ease, he swings the sword in a sweeping arc toward the prisoners. Such a motion, had it been allowed to touch them, would have cut each of them in two. But bloodshed, for the moment at least, appears not to be the issue. At the approach of the blade the shackles loosen and fall away from the limbs of the prisoners. Mighty hands then seize the humans, the press of unyielding fingers about their throats allowing only scant room for breath to pass. “Bring them,” he says and strides onto the newly cut stones.
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