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The spear twisted, the Forsworn pressing his attack, slicing upwards across Graicus' stomach.

He stepped backwards to let Graicus regain his breath. His eyes fell across Meyline, who was prying the spear from her leg, then drifted back over to Graicus.

"My whole life I was afraid of you.  I've hated you."

The 'you' meant not only Graicus. It meant them all. The Imperials, the Legion. Graicus was represenatative of everything Eoghann despised.