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... thin. His punches no longer flow from position to position. They start from intention instead.
Each jab is thrown with the same thought behind it now, not range-finding or setup, but fixation.
Hit his face. Hit that annoying ugly face.
"This bastard... how could he be smiling now?"
Shimamura’s movement invites it. The sway is ugly and loose, his head dipping and rolling like it belongs to a man who is barely holding himself upright.
His mouth hangs open as ...
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