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He stood in the training hall in the bowels of wherever Orion had taken him. He was to be trained. Apparently, he had powers. If this training enabled him to spill more blood, he would accept it. They had taken his weapon, he would have to forge a new one. He wore his tan slacks and tabi, with the thick coiling rope belt, the same clothes he had been taken in. He wanted to kill. Kill and maim. Kill, and maim, and burn.