17 Just before the cloth spread all over my face, I stuck out my spear with both hands to stop it in the air but not before I respired from the rotten stench of sweat it conveyed. Idris began to shake his head and waving a hand in dissatisfaction, “Your thrust was too weak, plus…...
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