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I
got
up
and
looked
around
the
dimly
-
seen
arena
of
faces
.
The
neurachem
caught
on
saliva
-
polished
teeth
in
the
yelling
mouths
.
I
forced
down
the
weakness
in
my
guts
,
spat
on
the
killing
floor
and
summoned
a
guard
stance
.
Kadmin
inclined
his
head
,
as
if
acknowledging
something
,
and
came
at
me
again
.
The
same
flurry
of
linear
techniques
,
the
same
speed
and
power
,
but
this
time
I
was
ready
for
them
.
I
deflected
the
first
two
punches
on
a
pair
of
wing
blocks
and
instead
of
giving
ground
,
I
stayed
squarely
in
Kadmin
’
s
path
.
It
took
him
the
shreds
of
a
second
to
realise
what
I
was
doing
,
and
by
then
he
was
too
close
.
We
were
almost
chest
to
chest
.
I
let
go
of
the
headbutt
as
if
his
face
belonged
to
every
member
of
the
chanting
crowd
.
The
hawk
nose
broke
with
a
solid
crunch
,
and
as
he
wavered
I
took
him
down
with
an
instep
stamp
to
the
knee
.
The
edge
of
my
right
hand
scythed
round
,
looking
for
neck
or
throat
,
but
Kadmin
had
gone
all
the
way
down
.
He
rolled
and
hooked
my
feet
out
from
under
me
.
As
I
fell
,
he
rose
to
his
knees
beside
me
and
rabbit
-
punched
me
in
the
back
.
The
charge
convulsed
me
and
cracked
my
head
against
the
mat
.
I
tasted
blood
.
I
rolled
upright
and
saw
Kadmin
backed
off
and
wiping
some
blood
of
his
own
from
his
broken
nose
.
He
looked
curiously
at
his
red
-
streaked
palm
and
then
across
at
me
,
then
shook
his
head
in
disbelief
.
I
grinned
weakly
,
riding
the
adrenalin
surge
that
seeing
his
blood
spilt
had
given
me
,
and
raised
both
my
own
hands
in
an
expectant
gesture
.
"
Come
on
,
you
asshole
.
"
It
croaked
out
of
my
damaged
mouth
.
"
Put
me
away
.
"
He
was
on
me
almost
before
the
last
word
left
my
mouth
.
This
time
I
hardly
touched
him
.
Most
of
it
happened
beyond
conscious
combat
.
The
neurachem
weathered
the
battering
valiantly
,
throwing
out
blocks
to
keep
the
knuckles
off
me
,
and
gave
me
the
space
for
a
couple
of
randomly
generated
counterstrikes
that
Envoy
instinct
told
me
might
get
through
Kadmin
’
s
fighting
pattern
.
He
rode
the
blows
like
the
attentions
of
an
irritating
insect
.
On
the
last
of
these
futile
ripostes
,
I
overreached
the
punch
and
he
snagged
my
wrist
,
yanking
me
forward
.
A
perfectly
balanced
roundhouse
kick
slammed
into
my
ribs
and
I
felt
them
snap
.
Kadmin
pulled
again
,
locked
out
the
elbow
of
my
captured
arm
and
in
the
frozen
frames
of
neurachem
-
speeded
vision
I
saw
the
forearm
strike
swinging
down
towards
the
joint
.
I
knew
the
sound
it
was
going
to
make
when
the
elbow
exploded
,
knew
the
sound
I
was
going
to
make
before
the
neurachem
could
lock
the
pain
down
.
My
hand
twisted
desperately
in
Kadmin
’
s
grip
and
I
let
myself
fall
.
Slippery
with
sweat
,
my
wrist
pulled
free
and
my
arm
unlocked
.
Kadmin
hit
with
bruising
force
,
but
the
arm
held
and
by
then
I
was
on
my
way
to
the
floor
anyway
.
I
came
down
on
the
injured
ribs
and
my
vision
flew
apart
in
splinters
.
I
twisted
,
trying
to
fight
the
urge
to
roll
into
a
foetal
ball
and
saw
Kadmin
’
s
borrowed
features
a
thousand
metres
above
me
.
"
Get
up
,
"
he
said
,
like
vast
sheets
of
cardboard
being
torn
in
the
distance
.
"
We
’
re
not
finished
yet
.
"
