Club

“You . . . bitch!” Corma exclaimed, jumping back up from the floor.
He grabbed the iron club leaning against the wall. It was a vicious
weapon, with sharp conical knobs protruding from all sides. In Corma’s
hands, it could knock through a stone wall, and, used against prey at close
range, it hit harder than a slug from a high-caliber rifle.

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