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As he rose over the lip of the crater, his head swung, seeking his enemy. There!
It was almost a reflex which brought his arm back and sent the wrench hurtling across the few yards between. Before it had struck, Bo's feet lashed against the pit edge, and the kick arced him toward Lundgard.