But suddenly its head flew off in a splatter of blood and i saw a lictor stood there glaring at me, my head was filled with hisses and growls which i could tell came from the lictor.
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Screw watching for the enemy i'm just making sure a lictor or some other mother fucker doesn't try and make me its next meal.
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And his lictors are...adept, at using the fasces...."
i sat on my haunches, comforted by my ram, and watched in a daze as the commander's chief lictor unbundled his fasces, releasing the rods.
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Then a tyranid lictor jumps at me and i grab it by the throat and one of my servo arms blasts it into dust. the salamanders leave and i step out of my armor and put it into my pack. and we continue through the forest.
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Greg put his cell phone back in his warm jacket, briefly pulling out a burgundy passport stamped with the traditional lictor beam to avoid damaging it. fred smiled when he saw the foreign passport.
" i still can't imagine you being french...
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