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The jaguars that are in a constant decaying orbit around the Earth dive frantically out of the scissors’ path. GPS and military and telephone satellites, less wise and less cursed by ancient Mayan sorcerer-sages, shatter against their blades instead.

“Should we fight them?” wonders Bahlum. “Should we use our jaguar magic against them?”

“I habe a cut on by nose,” mutters the jaguar, Ixchel.

The jaguars are still very tired from the seraph. It is harder than you might imagine to ward off the righteous vengeance of the Lord.

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