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- Twenty-seven percent.
- Ral jerked his fists back toward his chest, and the lightning-net sped toward him—only slightly faster than the dread angel.
- It entangled the angel’s lazotep-coated wings, and the thing was done for—which didn’t exactly stop it from plowing into Ral as it thrashed and died.
- It was a damned good thing Ral was immune to his own electricity, as the creature took a good thirty seconds to fry. And as Ral wasn’t immune to the heat its death was generating, he screamed as the red-hot Eternal burned through his jacket, tunic and a good percentage of his pants.
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- War of the Spark, Chapter 23
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