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... d, as if the violence were a second language he spoke better than his mother’s.
He met the hooded man’s eyes and, with a nimbleness that belied his bulk, whipped the brass-knuckled fist into the attacker’s temple. Bone crunched.
The garrote slackened, then spiraled to the floor alongside the man, who spasmed twice before curling up around his own blood.
Apollo had only an instant to marvel at the efficiency before the woman ducked in low, aiming a sap at Nik’s knee.
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