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[i]Zande stepped smartly back onto his left foot at the last moment, the tip slicing air before his sharp eyes. Might the greatsword be drawn back for a thrust? Surely such an endeavor would be doomed to failure against this particular foe. Were the blade to carry through with its arc and draw near the ground, Max would find that the agile headhunter would have propelled himself from his rear leg and shot forth alongside the greatsword (on Max's right) to close the distance in two rapid, scissoring strides, three should Max try to escape to either side or in reverse. The vicious knife would be ready to shed blood in Zande's right hand, held below the waist. As he rushed in, his muscular jaws worked up and down behind closed lips.

Few if any outlaws could have such prowess. Perhaps he was, by profession, not a taker of goods but of lives.[/i]