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- Crovax was close behind her-too close. She tried to bring the heavy discharger to bear, but he tore it from her hands before she could get it leveled, Belbe leaped at him, trying to snatch the weapon back. Crovax casually punched her on the jaw. She flew backward against a statue of a crouching youth. By the time Belbe shook off the blow, the tips of the discharger were an inch from her face.
- "You have an extraordinarily hard head, but I suspect this device can deal with that," said Crovax.
- ***
- Under her arm, Belbe had secreted a broken piece of the statue she'd fallen against. It was a young man's hand-a slender, elegant hand, fingers gathered in, touching the finely carved thumb. Made of flowstone, it weighed about a pound. She whipped this at Valmoral with all the speed and power she possessed. It hit him on the forehead just before the stroke of his knife laid open Ertai's throat.
- ***
- Nemesis, Chapter 15
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