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... ng already anticipated another roll.

But Renlo didn't roll.

He darted sharply to the left, slipping past the lunging maw. Gritting his teeth, he tightened his trembling right hand on the spear, steadied himself, and drove it forward with everything he had.

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The tip pierced the creature's neck with a wet, meaty squelch. The beast spasmed once… then collapsed, lifeless.

Renlo yanked his spear out wi ...

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