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... magic — just fists and feet.
A deadly duel, sentenced by Sid, yet nothing more than a passing amusement for him.
SMACK!
We struck each other in the face and leapt back.
I was panting hard. So was Saddler. How long had we been fighting?
Sid, seated on his throne, watched us from above, yawning in boredom.
"I can guess what you’re thinking," he said in that harsh, gravelly voice. "You’re stalling. Hoping your little friends will come and save you if ...
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