ic Legacy of Hatred

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Kingsnake flinched almost imperceptibly as Grimalkin's wooden wall sprang into existence.  His perception of that area was momentarily blurred, as the wall slowed the return of the waves of ultrasound his brain had broadcast in that direction.  The interruption lasted only a fraction of a second, but it threw him off-balance.  He dropped to a crouch to regain his bearings, before springing into a lunge at the new arrivals.  He slashed diagonally through the air twice in rapid succession, snapping his bullwhip first up, then down, aiming the lash at each guard's head.  Not hard enough to crush their skulls, but they'll each need their own bottle of aspirin tomorrow.