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Strider fisted his 2 Grendel & Ghost Quadra balanced battle blades, with a Roland Co quill harmonizer. 47 inches of honed death dully reflected the light from the distant fire. The ridged grips dug into his hands thru the leather gloves. The storm covered his approach. The nazgul troops never new what hit them. He swung out with his left blade. It barked as it hit the first in the back of the head, spraying blood bone and brain matter against the gray stones of the ruined temple.