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- Instead he rushed at me, lunging, pivoting, attempting a Muay Thai kick to my bad leg that would have dropped me. I knew it was what he’d do. It was the best possible move, and he counted on his appalling speed to sell it. I sucked in my gut and skipped both feet back like a matador avoiding a low slash with a bull’s horn; and as the foot missed by a millimeter I drilled a punch into the side of his calf, into the meat, packing all of my 215 pounds of muscle, all my fury and heartbreak and fear, into that blow.
- -Rage pg. 438-439
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