II: Farinfoor himself, bleeding hurriedly from more than a few wounds, dropped to his knees. He had dealt and witnessed enough death for this life. As the ground rushed up to meet him, a choked, urgent whisper rose above the piteous cries of friend and adversary alike, fighting its way to Farinfoor’s ear.
“Brother..Farin! Farinfoor!”
Feebly, and a little reluctantly, he halted his fall.

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