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"Boss, this old bastard’s not dead yet."
As the Barbarians cleaned up the battlefield, Zat walked over, hauling a small old man as if he were a chick.
The Shaman had a bloody hole in his shoulder, and blood had soaked through more than half of his clothes. He grimaced in pain every time Zat’s steps jostled the wound.
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