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Updated: June 1, 2025
Percy swung wildly and upset a bottle of champagne on a neighbouring table. A good rally followed, both men doing impressive in-fighting. The Cyclone landed three without a return. The Cyclone's round. "Percy came up weak, seeming to be overtrained. The Cyclone waded in, using both hands effectively.
But he's lightning hitting from close in in-fighting they call it where most big fighters don't shine. That's because he's had Flash's coaching. You want to keep away from him keep him at arm's length, and maybe he won't do too much harm. I I'd let him do all the leading, if I were you, and and kind of run ahead of him." The voice came half-smothered from the cluttered bin of equipment.
Harcourt led off with an offensive, but his opponent dodged and ducked and guarded until the first fury of the onslaught abated, and then a savage bout of in-fighting quickly equalised matters, until as the end of the round approached disaster very nearly overtook the red colours. Mordaunt swung rather wildly with his right and missed.
"Get away!" growled Beaufort, leading at Clint. Clint swung his shoulders aside and the blow passed harmlessly. Penny scrambled to his feet. "My fight, Beaufort!" he panted. "Let him alone!" Beaufort turned to Penny again, and again they went at it. It was in-fighting now. Short, quick jabs for the face and head followed each other in rapid succession.
Thorvald was no longer the man he had known, but in some frightening way a husk, holding a quite different personality. The younger Terran answered his fear with an attack from the old days of rough in-fighting in the Dumps of Tyr. He brought his right hand down hard in a sharp chop across the officer's wrists. The bone coin spun to the sand and Thorvald stumbled, staggering forward a step or two.
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