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- And midway through that last word, he moved, darting forward almost like a fencer with a step-drag motion that closed the gap while giving him a springy and balanced stance for a left-jab, right-hook combination.
- Which was exactly what Toys expected him—wanted him—to do. He’d shifted to look like his weight was resting on his heels and let his arms sag as if too weary to keep his guard up. Stafford, the faster boxer, blitzed in.
- Toys crouched a little and leaned away from the jab but into the line of the hook. The punch was so fast that Toys hadn’t yet braced his balled fists against his head so that his whole body would absorb and slough off the foot-pounds of impact.
- -Relentless pg. 480, Kindle Edition.
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