MINIMAL

 


The fight was vicious: no quarter asked for and none given. It was brewing for an age. They skulked and stalked around each other like a couple of slavering hyenas with their eyes on the same rotting carcass. In the end, only one survived, minus an arm, contusions, minimal damage.


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