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... ould feel it—the cracks, the hesitation in the Tanker’s movement. It was bleeding. Slower. Sloppy.
"You feel that?" he growled, swinging his chain again. "That’s fear. You’re not used to losing, are you?"
He paced forward, eyes locked. "Tell me... how many Eater Blades have you chewed through? We cleaned this whole place out. Every hole. You and that Digger were the only High Eaters left. I’m betting the squads before us already took care of your crew."
He raised the chai ...
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