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. I saw Luke's teeth just
before it landed, as he tried biting at the incoming hand, but the grip on
his neck prevented this. Dalt moved to repeat the blow, but this time Luke's
left arm came up and blocked it, while his right hand caught hold of Dalt's
left wrist in an effort to pull it away from his neck. Dalt's right hand
snaked in past Luke's left then, to take hold, creating a two-handed grip on
Luke's neck, thumbs moving to depress the windpipe.
I thought that might well be it. But Luke's right hand suddenly moved
to Dalt's left elbow, his left hand crossed both of Dalt's arms to seize the
left forearm, and Luke twisted his body and cranked the elbow skyward. Dalt
went over to the left and Luke rolled to the right and regained his footing,
shaking his head as he did so. This time he did not try kicking Dalt, who
was already recovering. Dalt again extended his arms, Luke raised his fists,
and they began circling once more.
The snow continued to fall, the wind to slacken and surge, sometimes
driving the icy flakes hard against faces, other times permitting the snow
to descend like a troubled curtain. I thought of all the troops about me and
wondered for a moment whether I would find myself in the middle of a
battlefield when this thing was finally over. The fact that Benedict was
ready to swoop down from somewhere and wreak extra havoc did not exactly
comfort me, even though it meant that my side would probably win
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