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- Mechanical punches begin to fall on my head, neck, and shoulders. These are blows that could shatter concrete and bend steel. Yeah, they hurt, but none of them are doing any real damage. My skin holds, and my bones don’t shatter. With my shoulders drawn in tight and my head ducked low, he can’t get the angle he needs to make me regret it.
- “Hey, lemme go!” Bosco shouts over the wind. “You ain’t supposed to be fighting in throwaways!”
- “You’re not supposed to be setting up to murder people. Let’s go squeal on each other to the Legion and see whose ass they kick!”
- Bosco’s answer is a double-fisted hammer blow, right to the back of my head. It jolts me around a little, but I maintain my grip. “Hey, hey, this ain’t funny!” he shouts. “I was just gonna rough him up, I swear!”
- “Aw, come on, hit me like you mean it, you weenie,” I shout. Something wild has come to life inside my chest. Pure, savage joy pours through every part of me.
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