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... long.
Two of us stood in the ring, fists clenched. Across from me: a brute with hazel hair and a body carved from stone. Both of us were gasping for breath.
"Give it up already, weakling," he sneered, blood staining his grin. "You’re just delaying your own death."
I wiped blood from my split lip. Around us, the crowd of students roared for violence.
"That so?" I smirked. "Didn’t know my enemy had the gift of prophecy."
"You’d be smarter keeping that mouth ...
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