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| 31 | 187 | I View more quotes about crouched">crouched, sword in hand, waiting for the blow. |
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| 31 | 184 | "Strike," I said. |
| 31 | 185 | "Be done with it". |
| 31 | 186 | Sarm lifted the bar and I sensed the murderous intensity that transformed his entire being, how each of those golden fibers like springs of steel would leap into play and the long bar would slash in a blur toward my body. |
| 31 | 187 | I crouched, sword in hand, waiting for the blow. |
| 31 | 188 | But Sarm did not strike. |
| 31 | 189 | Rather to my wonder the bar of steel lowered and Sarm seemed frozen suddenly in an attitude of the most rapt perception. |
| 31 | 190 | His antennae quivered and tensed but not stiffly and each of the sensory hairs on his body lifted and extended. |