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On
Sharya
,
our
own
enhanced
combat
systems
had
been
state
of
the
art
,
with
both
random
response
and
analysis
feedback
built
in
as
standard
.
Ryker
’
s
neurachem
had
nothing
approaching
that
level
of
sophistication
,
but
I
might
be
able
to
simulate
it
with
a
few
Envoy
tricks
.
The
real
trick
was
to
stay
alive
long
enough
for
my
conditioning
to
analyse
the
Will
of
God
’
s
fighting
pattern
and
—
Kadmin
struck
.
The
distance
was
nearly
ten
metres
of
clear
ground
;
he
covered
it
in
the
time
it
took
me
to
blink
,
and
hit
me
like
a
storm
.
The
techniques
were
all
simple
,
linear
punches
and
kicks
,
but
delivered
with
such
power
and
speed
that
it
was
all
I
could
do
to
block
them
.
Counter
-
attack
was
out
of
the
question
.
I
steered
the
first
punch
outward
right
and
used
the
momentum
to
sidestep
left
.
Kadmin
followed
the
shift
without
hesitation
and
went
for
my
face
.
I
rolled
my
head
away
from
the
strike
and
felt
the
fist
graze
my
temple
,
not
hard
enough
to
trigger
the
power
knuckles
.
Instinct
told
me
to
block
low
and
the
knee
-
shattering
straight
kick
turned
off
my
forearm
.
A
follow
-
up
elbow
strike
caught
me
on
top
of
the
head
and
I
reeled
backward
,
fighting
to
stay
on
my
feet
.
Kadmin
came
after
me
.
I
snapped
out
a
right
-
hand
sidestrike
,
but
he
had
the
attack
momentum
and
he
rode
the
blow
almost
casually
.
A
low
level
punch
snaked
through
and
hit
me
in
the
belly
.
The
power
knuckles
detonated
with
a
sound
like
meat
tossed
into
a
frying
pan
.
It
was
like
someone
sinking
a
grappling
iron
into
my
guts
.
The
actual
pain
of
the
punch
was
left
far
behind
on
the
surface
of
my
skin
and
a
sickening
numbness
raged
through
the
muscles
in
my
stomach
.
On
top
of
the
sickness
from
the
stunner
,
it
was
crippling
.
I
staggered
back
three
steps
and
crashed
onto
the
mat
,
twisting
like
a
half
-
crushed
insect
.
Vaguely
,
I
heard
the
crowd
roaring
its
approval
.
Turning
my
head
weakly
,
I
saw
Kadmin
had
backed
off
and
was
facing
me
with
hooded
eyes
and
both
fists
raised
in
front
of
his
face
.
A
faint
red
light
winked
at
me
from
the
steel
band
on
his
left
hand
.
The
knuckles
,
recharging
.
I
understood
.
Round
One
.
Empty
-
handed
combat
has
only
two
rules
.
Get
in
as
many
blows
,
as
hard
and
as
fast
as
you
can
,
and
put
your
opponent
down
.
When
he
’
s
on
the
ground
,
you
kill
him
.
If
there
are
other
rules
or
considerations
,
it
isn
’
t
a
real
fight
,
it
’
s
a
game
.
Kadmin
could
have
come
in
and
finished
me
when
I
was
down
,
but
this
wasn
’
t
a
real
fight
.
This
was
a
humiliation
bout
,
a
game
where
the
suffering
was
to
be
maximised
for
the
benefit
of
the
audience
.
The
crowd
.
