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arena dared
d, foreheads pressed to the sand. "
lt and pulled the silver dagger out of his arm. Black bloo
and stepped forward. "Your arm-the silver po
t tou
o steps, my back hitting the railing
s cobalt eyes full of fi
His voice carrie
a useless little servant to wa
t, would my grandmother blame me for f
heir heads into the sand, waiti
I bent down, picked up the flask from
ing down the smell of charred flesh and silver poison
, and deep in his mind the wolf tortured
t night, and now you've taken a silver wound. Soul
e. He stared at the flask for two seconds, his throat moving once. Th
aw tw
He cursed un
head back, and drained it in a few gulps. The h
esh grew layer by layer, forcing the black toxin out through his pores.
back into my arms and qu
ight, the tips of h
, his eyes on the high arena wall, not on me. "Take half a step into the are
octagonal platform. After two steps, his left h
d, his b
t ti
e wind almost carried the
ng the empty flask, its bo
fless servant accidentally hit by a stray blade i
ic boom sounded, h
xcuse and the rules as a step,
w that one more word out of me and h
ena. The wind poured in from behind me, ca
tayed with me all the way to th
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