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- Amazing how time puts on the brakes when an explosive is about to go off in your face. Saxton simply reached out and caught it in one of his meaty ham-hands, an inch away from his eyeball. He slowly craned his neck, up, up. Then the missile blew up and sent both of them flying.
- Saxton rolled, bounced, and staggered to his feet, one hand smoking and charred. The Shredder flopped towards the shore of a lake, his body slouched onto the shoreline face-down in inches of water. Where did that missile come from? A rival gang? If only Fourze had his radar switch, he could've scouted the skies and found him in an instant! But as it turned out, he didn't need any advanced equipment to reveal the culprit. The shrill, cackling laugh gave him away well enough.
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- "Whoever you are, get down here and fight Mann™ to Mann™, you bloody coward!" Saxton shook his clenched fist, bloody and smouldering.
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