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Chapter ten
Chapter tenThe meeting divided into two halves. One half shouted: “Fight! Fight for the Racters!” They hurled themselves forward into a headlong charge on the attackers breaking into the room. The other lot screamed: “Run! Run!” They scrambled in a panic rout towards the side doors. These were frailer men and women. They screamed and clawed forward in a terrified mass of bodies. There were women in those who shouted fight and ripped out swords. These were Jikai Vuvushis, tough battle maidens. And I hung about completely undecided. I could not fight those who wished to assist the cause of the emperor, could I? Yet I couldn’t run off as that would have totally blown my persona with Logan as a stout adherent of the Racters. The quandary flared stark and brutal. Logan Verlan, sword out, flu
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