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... o one’s leg, a punch to one’s chest, an elbow strike to one’s abdomen, and a chop to the back of one’s neck.
Russel’s face flushed a violent red. "You bastard..." He stormed forward and flicked his wrist, and a whip uncoiled from a leather loop at his hip.
With a flick of a small button on his cuff, the whip came alive: sparks ran along its length. He then brandished the whip and struck the floor.
"You’ll pay for that insolence!" Russel shouted.
He lashed out. The ...
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