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... p dragging across the canvas, his shoulders slumped and his guard hanging low.
Damon saw the fatigue in his eyes, there was nothing left but stubbornness and a fading will to fight.
He kept his movement crisp, feet light, his stance switching between orthodox and southpaw as he sized up Jon from every angle.
Damon pawed out a jab, not to land but to draw Jon's hands up. Jon flinched, his gloves twitching to meet the feint, and that was all Damon needed.
He slipped ...
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