Nobility - Part 7

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He put less thought into each strike, throwing them rapidly instead, as if he really meant to kill a foe.

With every hit that landed, the door grew smaller to him, less thick, and his incredulity rose with the fact that he had yet to break it through.

It was a door large enough that it should have required a battering ram, and a half a dozen men to operate it. It was taller than three men, and thick than the width of a man's thigh, but Vol refused to give into it.

After ten ruthless strikes, he thought himself to have felt the slightest bit of give.

"He ought to have tried hitting it near the centre," Harland tried to say. "Right now he's doing battle with both the hinges and the—"

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