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| 17 | 446 | A View more quotes about cosian">Cosian, wounded, seeing me, tried to struggle to his feet. |
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| 17 | 443 | From below, in front of the wall, I could hear the buckling and tearing of plate on the gate, the pounding of the ram, the groaning and cracking of wood. |
| 17 | 444 | I then descended to the central walkway. |
| 17 | 445 | There were bodies there, as elsewhere about the walkway, those of Cosians, those of defenders. |
| 17 | 446 | A Cosian, wounded, seeing me, tried to struggle to his feet. |
| 17 | 447 | He was a mass of blood. |
| 17 | 448 | It was dried in his beard. |
| 17 | 449 | His helmet was gone. |