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- Sovereign chomps down hard on it: “You’re too late, you know. We’ve broadcast the press package already. People will be dancing in the streets for me now that I’ve gotten rid of all the supervillains. Order is preferable to chaos, even the peasants understand this—” And then Sovereign makes a truly adorable noise, a sort of grunt and a squeak at the same time, when my fist smashes into his solar plexus hard enough to crumple steel. As he rockets backward from my first hit, I stay with him, and my second fist cracks a nasty hook through his jaw, snapping his head over, spinning him ’round just in time to meet my first fist again as it comes the other way.
- The first rule of combat is to get in the first shot.
- The second rule is that cheap shots are the best shots.
- I really like the second rule.
- Rich boys can’t fight. This isn’t going to take long. There’s no way he—
- —except that I am now soaring end-over-end, the sky and the world tumbling about me, and there’s an incredible pain in my throat, and all I’ve got to explain it is this ephemeral flashing image of a wicked punch snaking in through my guard. When I catch myself in the air, Garrison is right in my face, and the world shrinks down to a frantic defense against punches, kicks, headbutts, and more. My rhythm has gone right out of my mind, and now I’m running on equal parts improvisation and desperation. Powder kegs of pain explode against my forearms, my thighs, my outer ribs as I do everything I can to protect my vitals and claw back some initiative.
- This doesn’t make sense. After a scything kick that folds me around his foot and slingshots me most of the way through one of the towers before I come to an abrupt stop against a steel girder, I start to think that maybe this is going to be harder than I expected. I peel myself out of the Danny-sized crater and peer through the tunnel of shattered glass and torn drywall. Sovereign isn’t following me in. He’s floating out there, arms crossed, a punchably smug grin on his face.
- - Sovereign, Chapter 28
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