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... hundred or so enemies that were all waking up. It wasn’t the dramatic kind of panic that made a person scream or flail. It was the cold, fast kind that slid straight into his chest and tightened like a fist closing around his ribs.
His eyes flicked across the rubble instinctively, counting shapes, registering motion, catching the twitch of fingers around crude weapons and the scraping shift of bodies that had been limp seconds ago.
There were too many points of movement, too many ...
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