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The pain was immediate and unbearablebut he bore it. The blood spray had momentarily blinded his opponentsthe Dark Man was frantically wiping his eyes with one hand and waving the knife like a deranged sugarcane cutter with the other, while the goateed man had dropped his sword and gone to his knees as he tried to clear his vision. Unfortunately for Cyrus, he was in no condition to take advantage of their predicament. Shock and blood loss had left him dizzy and as weak as a cub and his first priority was to get Kyna to safety. He hobbled over to her on his three remaining legs, but when he tried to push her toward the exit, the Dark Man shouted to his assistant, "Spread out! Don't let them escape!" |
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Kyna whispered in Cyrus's ear, "Come on! Follow me." |
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She ran to the back of the cave and began rolling the rocks away. |
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No! Cyrus thought. Not that way! |
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But before he could hobble over and stop her, she had disappeared through the opening into the dark beyond. |
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