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- Away from the torches’ glare Art found himself surrounded by four big men. One carried two large knives, another held a length of pipe, the other two were bare-handed.
- “There is no need for fighting among ourselves, we who come from Earth,” Art said as he sized them up. They were big, it was true, and apparently strong, but it seemed to him that they were most likely self-taught in the martial arts. Their stances did not reflect any particular school. “The enemy is Shang Tsung and his warriors of Outworld. We humans are on the same team.”
- “Maybe we don’t want you on our team,” the man with the pipe in his hands replied. “We think we’re better off without your kind.”
- “That,” Art said, “is regrettable.”
- The four began to close in.
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