The Gods of Mars

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“I grasped a mighty long-sword in my hand and in my heart was the old blood lust of the fighting man, and a red mist swam before my eyes and I felt my lips respond to my heart in the old smile that has ever marked me in the midst of the joy of battle. With their single eyes in the center of their heads and every eye turned upon the prey they were attacking, they did not note my soundless approach, so that I was upon them with my great long-sword, and four of them lay dead before they knew that I was among them. For an instant they recoiled before my onslaught.”
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