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... g else moved. Then his hand dug into the dirt. A low groan escaped his throat as his body convulsed, muscles screaming in protest.
Tip. Top.
Blood dripped from his forehead, soaking into the ground beneath him, yet his grip tightened instead of loosening.
Slowly, painfully, he pushed himself up.
At the sight, the crowd stirred. Some scoffed, some laughed, while others leaned forward, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“Still standing?”
“Looks like th ...
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