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| 22 | 196 | Then with the View more quotes about bottom">bottom of my foot I kicked the sword to one side and it slid upward, tearing through the tunic. |
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| 22 | 193 | I seized the figure, his body poised, hunched over the sword, its point to his belly, its hilt in his hands, braced against the stones of the dark street. |
| 22 | 194 | "No!" I cried. |
| 22 | 195 | I struggled, briefly, with him. |
| 22 | 196 | Then with the bottom of my foot I kicked the sword to one side and it slid upward, tearing through the tunic. |
| 22 | 197 | He dropped to his hands and knees, vomiting, and scrambled for the sword, seizing it. |
| 22 | 198 | He cried out in fury, and frustration, the blade now in his hands. |
| 22 | 199 | He rose to his feet, reeling. |