THE OUTLAND

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A chat was connected to the topic, an old one, text, and I, having called the virtual keyboard, climbed up there ...

... the clock showed noon, when I was again able to regain control over myself and, by an effort of will, closed the chat tab. That's trashy, rubbish fun! And how time eats up.

- Alien war, direct connection.

And then he rolled to the side, missing a wide, fan-shaped swing of the sword! The sword is crappy, with rust and crevices, and the tetanus shot is probably not known in this world yet. Who is it?

Jumping to my feet, I put the fettered end of the staff under a new blow, and only now could I see my opponent. It turned out to be a middle-aged man in familiar leather clothes - a kind of uniform of low-ranking soldiers. An abyss yawned on the left, a slushy path was on the right, and in the background a brutal granite building reigned behind the enemy. Presumably a Toltec temple.

Mekon was in order, he did not allow himself to be wounded, and the attacker, whoever he w