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Added 2020-07-17 14:00:03 +0000 UTCBut recovering fast. Already starting
to kick out with his legs to spring to
his feet. A spear jabbed him in the
throat. Graisingh felt the sting,
metal slicing flesh. A split second
later, another spear. And another.
All held aggressively pointing at his
throat. Suddenly another two,
poised to jab at his massive chest.
Graisingh was on his back, up on one
elbow, dirt stuck on his body, glued
there by his fighting sweat. Eyes
flickered from side-to-side, looking
for weakness. Searching out a gap in
the attack. Finding none. The troop
had Graisingh surrounded, he was
out numbered, out-armed. Defeated.
But he had come here to surrender
anyway. What was the difference?
