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Caius stepped to the front and looked at him with a hard glare. “It’s not yours.”
Gargan chuckled. “You seem to forget, thief, that I have rightfully taken what was no longer owned. Now if you don’t mind I want to test this power out on a worthy opponent.”
Gargan rushed Caius who blocked the first punch, but missed the second. The fist landed a hard blow on the side of his face and sent him sailing across the meadow. He skipped across the ground and slammed into a tree. His body flickered like bad television reception as it had done before, but only his left hand changed as it flickered between flesh and bone.
Gargan stalked over to the flickering Caius and picked him up by his collar. He raised him above his head and chuckled. “Your masking spell is failing you, bone dragon
