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... , both were still conscious, and both laughing through bruises and fractured bones as medics guided them toward the infirmary.
Roland lifted one arm weakly in victory even as he was hauled away.
"Don't forget," he called hoarsely, "I still won more than I lost."
Darius chuckled from his own stretcher. "Yes. I want a fucking rematch."
The arena sealed again, the next group leader stepped forward.
Mira Kel moved with a light bounce in her step, her shoulders ...
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