Dinadan dodges backward so that the knives pass without tasting the human-alien hybrid flesh they so eagerly crave, then brings the pipe down on what he hopes is really an exposed wrist and not a ruse to lure him in. At the same time, he flicks his sword out at the spawn's torso, testing its guard and the effectiveness of the seal.
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