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- “Hey!” I shouted. “You! Ugly!”
- Yeah, yeah. Not my best insult work. But you know. It’s the thought that counts.
- Drakul turned to look at me and froze for a second as if in surprise, presenting a fleeting instant of vulnerability.
- “Forzare!” I shouted.
- As I began the word, Drakul took a step to one side and vanished.
- I whipped my still-glowing staff toward River Shoulders and this time unleashed my will along with the word. “Forzare!”
- A glowing column of green-gold light, flickering and ephemeral as the aurora borealis, lashed across the ground between me and River Shoulders—
- —and caught Drakul right in the breadbasket as he reappeared standing over River Shoulders’ head with his knife.
- The column of power hit Drakul with the energy of a speeding train engine. It blew back his hair and his clothing, ripping the latter to tatters, and sent him hurtling into the side of a marble mausoleum with such force that it sent a spiderweb of cracks through the stone.
- Battle Ground Chapter 12, Page 120-121
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