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- There was a second of stunned silence, and then one of the volunteers, damned if it wasn’t Randy, shouted, “We’ve got a goddamned wizard! Fuck those guys!”
- The rest of the volunteers roared their defiance. I ran forward, and they followed.
- While we did, two of my people bled to death from their wounds. They . . . just went out. One moment, I could feel their terror and pain as if it was my own. The next . . . there was only silence.
- Eleven hundred and eighty-five.
- And I didn’t even have time enough to find where they’d fallen and look at them.
- Battle Ground Chapter 25, Page 226
- And now that we were out of the line of fire, the volunteers on the bridge started hammering away at the turtlenecks. Yeah, those guys were professionals, but they weren’t bulletproof. I saw several go down before they started returning fire and . . .
- I felt phantom rounds hit my chest, my head.
- Eleven hundred and seventy-nine.
- I fought not to throw up. There wouldn’t have been much to come up anyway.
- Battle Ground Chapter 25, Page 230
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