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Magyar groaned aloud. "For the life of a troll there it goes again. Bloody 'eck."
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He unsheathed the glowing sword. His eyes weren’t betraying him. It was getting brighter, he was sure of it. Another soul snatcher after his hide. It was getting pretty monotonous.
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A roar echoed through the cavern, rattling the bones at his feet.
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The bloated snatcher squeezed through the passage mouth and unfolded itself in front of him. More than twice his size and black in the enchanted light, it was one with the hellhole he'd managed to get himself stuck in.
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He shouted at the thing, "Come and get it!"
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The sword carried him forward eager to revenge its maker. Magyar had to grip it even harder for it not to fly out of his hands.