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Fuck. Karryl swore mentally to himself as the two warriors carried him out of the room. Poison. Of all the low down, dishonorable… He should have expected something like this from Ishaan F’Naar. The man was no warrior, he was a keelaas snake.
“Goddess, he weighs a ton,” one of the warriors carrying him complained, grunting with effort. No surprise there. Karryl wasn’t the smallest of men, his body packed with muscle from years of combat. A body now rigid from the effects of the poison, and unwieldy to carry.
Travenis Root. He knew immediately what Ishaan had used. It was the only thing that would render a warrior incapable within seconds. Although a small dose wouldn’t kill a man as large as him; the cold embrace of space would end his life just as sure as a larger dose would.
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