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... ng ball.
Kaizen’s body moved on pure instinct. He didn’t think about blocking or dodging. His hand shot forward with the greasy wooden skewer still clutched between his fingers, and all the humiliation and anger from getting his corn dog stolen poured into that single thrust.
The thin stick whistled through the air.
Thwack.
The skewer punched clean through the Goon’s expensive uniform and sank deep into the meat of his thigh. Kaizen felt the resistance of muscle g ...
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