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...the man throws lefts and rights with everything he's got. Sweat flies off them both. He connects with a right to the side of her head but she rolls her shoulders with the punches and bobs and weaves sending his leather-cased bombs whooshing past her, deflecting off her arms or being blocked by her gloves, smacking leather against leather...the crowd roar...

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Brad Janus

He tries to finish her off, she tries to tire him out. Here we go!

Keith

She’s going to let him punch himself out and then go in for the kill