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  1. Chuuya grabbed the nearest blunt object, a leather office chair, and made it a deadly weapon in his hands. Simple plastic and fabric was heavy enough to hammer against the monster's gut. Fourze's missiles already weakened it. The torso was spongy and burnt from the explosions, and now the second strike caved it inward. It barely had time to retaliate. Chuuya was faster, and just as strong. A one-two punch to the broken stomach made it double over, and a jumping spin kick was enough to reach the monster's chin. His heel cracked the monster's jaw and sent him through the ceiling, sunlight pouring into the room. Normally a thousand-pound object would fall straight to the floor, but instead, the monster floated delicately in the air. Fourze didn't question it.
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  3. "Spaceman! How about some backup?"
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  5. Fourze only gave him a nod, and hefted his ball-and-chain. He gave it a yank. With surprisingly little effort, it swung up and around his head. Once, twice, and again, picking up speed, before he tossed it up at the weightless monster. The chain wrapped itself around its thick neck and Fourze reeled it in. Looking down at his legs. The right leg was the missile launcher. The left leg...
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  7. Spike, on!
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  9. In an instant, that limb transformed into a medieval torture device. Spikes ran all up and down the shin of his left leg, thin and pointed like an urchin's spines. And, with a heavy kick, they sank into the monster's flesh and expanded, tearing into him. Chuuya spun on his heel and threw a kick into its vertebral with a crisp crack, forcing it even deeper down the metal points.
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  11. "Alright, let's finish it!"
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  13. Chuuya grabbed a fistful of peeling skin and wrenched the monster off the spikes it was impaled on. One half-ton of rotting meat, held casually overhead by this frail man, before he threw it down into the floor. The tile burst with the strength of a mortar, and the concrete underneath it, into a hefty crater. An indentation wider than Chuuya's wingspan, the monster inside, crumpled up. He picked his hat back up and placed it on his head.
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