La resa dei conti cambia il Medio Oriente

L’obiettivo della guerra va oltre programma nucleare, capacità missilistiche, sostegno alle milizie pro-Teheran nella regione: è far cadere il regime degli Ayatollah

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“No,” answered Oliver. “But you can annoy the hell out of him.”
“Good!” said Lara, squeezing the trigger.
The lions jumped and roared at the sound. She saw a puff of dust rise from the rhino’s flanks, and it began galloping straight at her. She stood her ground as the huge creature came closer and closer. The lions, not knowing that the rhino was charging Lara rather than them, broke and ran for cover.
Lara yelled at the rhino to make sure he didn’t turn away and give the lions a chance to regroup. He snorted, lowered his head, and increased his speed—and she sidestepped him like the bullfighters she had seen in the arena at Madrid and Barcelona. As he had done before, he kept running, and this time he disappeared over a nearby ridge.

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A crystalline purple glamour pulsed in his face. Braced on one of the struts he could see over the rim and into the interior of a cauldron with rocky, gem-like sides. Garruk lay curled inside, eyes closed, face slack.

The corruption in his flesh twisted angrily through agonizing distortions as if it were trying to penetrate the cauldron’s gleaming bowl. With each pulse the magic of the cauldron absorbed a patch of rot, and another, and another. Will could almost hear the darkness screaming as its stubborn tendrils were weeded inexorably out of Garruk’s body. Whatever the curse was, it had met a more powerful magic, or at least it had at long last come into contact with a force willing to consume and engulf it into its own shining structure. Vein by vein the hunter’s flesh cleared of the curse until he was nothing more than a silent corpse with matted hair and dirt-smeared skin.

Dead but free.

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Holly sounded a quick burst on the klaxon for attention. “Excuse
me, gentlemen. All this arguing is consuming oxygen, so could we all
please be quiet?”
“Is that a command, beloved?”
“Yes,” whispered Holly ominously. “It is.”

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Then the stranger leapt across the gap, striking Kratos with a powerful uppercut, which launched him skyward. The stranger followed him up, and while Kratos scrabbled about on the ground, trying to regain his feet beneath him, the stranger stomped all over him before kicking him deep into the crevasse.
Kratos hit the bottom with a loud thud. He shook his head to clear his blurred vision. As he climbed the side of the crevasse, he could hear the stranger shouting.
“This fight is pointless. Your struggle is pointless. You cannot beat me.”
With trembling arms, Kratos emerged to assume a fighting stance across from the stranger.
“This again. Come on then.” The stranger’s smile crept all the way into Kratos’ soul.

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