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- "What the heck's your problem?" she complained. "We're gonna fight to the death and you're not even going to say howdy?"
- She clashed rapid-fire with the blade of the cleaver, machine gun blows with such quickness neither fighter could see their weapons move, they could only feel them. Hundreds of blows in seconds where any single misstep would have split them in two.
- - Round 3
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