And now, watch this, Kay-Em thought at him and did a back flip off the platform onto the floor, landing close enough to plant a solid kick in the center of his torso. He should have folded in half but instead he only bent forward Slightly. Kay-Em was disappointed but ready, meeting his face with another, harder kick that drove him back several steps. Still holding the sidearms, she moved with him, kicking his midsection again and again. It was like kicking a bag of rotting flesh, she thought; like kicking a corpse. A corpse that didn't have the sense or good manners to lie down.

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