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- Gilver exploded
- into a frenzy of kicks and punches, each delivered with a
- precision Tony had never before encountered. It was all
- he could do to ward off the blows. Each glancing impact
- contained enough raw fury to warn that a direct hit would
- shatter bones.
- “Hey, you're pretty good, newbie.” But Tony's
- voice lacked its characteristically sarcastic tone.
- The mercenaries watched as Gilver drove Tony
- backwards across the bar, step by step. Finally, he landed
- a clean hit. After two decoy high kicks to the head, he
- planted a toe in Tony's lower gut. Tony reflexively
- tightened his abdominal muscles and crossed his arms to
- guard himself, but it was too late.
- “Argh!” Tony flew back and tumbled clumsily
- along the floor, crashing into a table leg. The impact
- upturned a jug of beer, which showered over his silver
- hair. “You bastard! That's some kick you've got there.”
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