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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Thanos cut his way toward the command post of the Empire’s soldiers on Haylon. A soldier swung a blade at his head and Thanos ducked, striking out with his own weapon to bring the man down. Another ran at him and Thanos disarmed him, shoving him back into the melee around him. He fought and fought, never slowing. Beside him Akila and his men fought hard, heading for the tents the Empire had erected on the edge of the city. They were easy to make out, because the Empire’s standard hung above them, along with pennants proclaiming General Draco’s presence. With the Empire’s ships gone, the battle for Haylon hadn’t lasted long. Thanos had been right to guess that without their supplies and their siege weapons, their opponents would be at a disadvantage. The soldiers might
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