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Knock a man down, and you saw what he was made of. That man might run. If he didn’t—if he stood back up with blood at the corner of his mouth and determination in his eyes—then you knew. That man was about to become truly dangerous.
Some men would call it brash, foolhardy, suicidal. The world was rarely changed by men who were unwilling to try being at least one of the three. He
“I did not come here to win,” Lan whispered, smiling. “I came here to kill you. Death is lighter than a feather.”
He came like the wind, like the wind touched everything, and like the wind was gone.
