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... to bite out his flesh. But his skin was the kind of shell that even Ituri’s most poisonous darts and teeth couldn’t dig into.
“Hehehe, my shell’s better than my master’s.”
Samedi smiled, swept up the army ants and horse flies that had gathered in a black swarm into his hand, and shook them into his mouth. His master trembled at the sight, but it was just snacks to him.
Special snipers have an ability to control their sleeping cycles. Black Mamba’s eyes flashed open. It w ...
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