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... them, it only reminded the world how close this war was.
Max sat on his stool, breathing heavy but sharp. Sweat coated his face, and the marks across his ribs were starting to darken.
Across the cage, Pedro leaned forward on his own stool, elbows on his knees, eyes locked across the mat.
Damon stood over Max, holding the water bottle but not speaking just yet. His eyes stayed on Pedro for a moment longer. He was impressed.
The kid had more composure than expected ...
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