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... g. I may have been a pig, but I knew a thing or two about fighting. He started to swing the broken soju bottle again, as I avoided it while simultaneously kicking his left thigh.
Pow!
The sound was tremendous. The impact was likely intense, thanks to my hefty weight. It was a low kick of about a tenth of a ton.
His left log started to wobble, and I took the opportunity to shove his chest with a front kick.
Splat!
He was down and out. He wasn’t de ...
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