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- Curling his fist, he launched a fierce punch at the man, catching his opponent on the chin. He heard a crack as knuckle connected with jaw, saw the man go down, poleaxed. He stooped over him, waiting for him to try to rise. Instead the Wylderman lay unmoving on the ground, unconscious, his chest laced with clawed ribbons.
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