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I squared off against the jjizzik.
“You’re going to regret this,” Druin said.
I said nothing in response as Druin bellowed and swung an enormous fist at me.
I ducked it and threw a fist into his gut, then swung an elbow up, striking his chin hard.
Druin grunted hard with the blow and staggered back.
I pressed my advantage, striking him hard in the gut and chin in quick succession.
He swung at me again and I barely managed to avoid it.
He snapped out with his short leg and I swung around and swept his remaining foot out from under him.
Now was the time to shut him down.
I leaped on top of him and rained one blow after another into his fat, flabby face. Blood spurted from his lips and he struck out at me in shocked outrage.
I grabbed the belt that he’d lost his grip on and brought it down on him. I flailed as hard as I could. It seared his flesh with each strike. And now he was the one defending himself with his arms above his head.
His blood sprayed across my chest and arms and I could taste it on my lips… and it only drove me to beat at him harder, faster.
The belt could hand out pain but it couldn’t deliver the knock-out blow. I stamped on Druin’s fat belly with my heels and used it to rise into the air.
I pulled my arm back and bellowed with a ferocious roar as I buried my fist hard into the soft flesh of his chin with a loud and thunderous crack!
The jjizzik let out a high-pitched squeal and his body went limp.
I panted with the exertion and backed away from the useless lump of lard I’d just pulverized into oblivion. I saw the blood on my hands and arms and dropped the belt to the floor.
The crowd had grown but the fight was over so fast that it only consisted of a handful of prisoners. They stared at me, dumbstruck.
No one had beaten a champion in an open challenge like this, not one-on-one and without a blade buried in his back.
They moved aside as I passed through them and returned to Druin’s cell.
Lying on the cot, eyes even wider than when I had first seen her — only this time it was with wonder or awe, not fear.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
The female only nodded. She opened her mouth to speak when another figure entered the room.
It was Cayggod.
He looked me over, saw the blood on my hands, and his expression immediately turned hard. “Thillak wants a word.”
Oh, shit.
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LILY
The one with the big horns and the glasses — and I couldn’t get over how strange it looked, for a beast as big as him to wear something so small and delicate — ushered the alien who’d fought the jjizzik out the door.
The bloodied alien looked back at me once more before leaving. A shiver traveled the length of my body from tip to toe when his eyes locked on mine.
He was smothered with Druin’s blood, his fists red and raw from his fight with him over… me?
