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- The heavy silver wolf flashed toward me, driven by Rudy’s strength and his rage. And I kicked him in his bad leg.
- I kicked him hard.
- There was a sound like a gunshot. Brittle, huge, terrible.
- His leg buckled backward, folding in a sickening way. The cane cracked me on the bunched muscles of my shoulder. Rudy fell, his face twisted—not with the agony he had to feel, but with hate.
- -Kill Switch pg. 225, Kindle Edition.
- Even weak and wasted I slap-parried the hit and drilled a single-knuckle punch into the flat meat of his left pectoral. It staggered him, but not as much as it should have. He was muscular and his chest was beefy, but he wasn’t made of stone. That punch should have hurt him, but he shook it off and waded into me with a series of fast lefts and rights, swinging wide but not wild, trying to get torque into his hits so they’d do real damage.
- -Kill Switch pg. 305, Kindle Edition.
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