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I blink hard, trying to clear my head and refocus.
    Fuck me, this guy’s strong!
    I glance over at Way, who’s standing behind his desk looking amused.
    Oh, I’m going to smash that smile off your face, you pompous little—
    “Holy crap!”
    I’m hoisted into the air again and thrown out of the tent, landing awkwardly on the ground outside—the soft earth doing little to cushion the impact. I scramble to my feet. I can’t afford to lie still, even for a second. If Goliath grabs a hold of me again, I’m—
    Ugh!
    A fist that felt like a brick just buried itself into my side. I’m back on the ground, struggling to breathe and trying not to throw up.
    Fuck me! How did he move that fast? It feels as if a train just hit me!
    I move my head and look over just in time to see him charging toward me again. He raises his arms and leans forward to grab me.
    Not again!
    My instincts take over and, without thinking, I thrust my foot out and kick his knee—the same one I went for before. It stops him in his tracks, but does little else. I risk one more, which thankfully finds its mark, and roll to the side as his leg finally gives out. He lands face first next to me with a loud thud, like a tree falling in the forest.
    I’m straight up to my feet, ignoring both the pain shooting around every inch of my upper body, and my apparent inability to take a deep breath. I take a quick look around, aware I’m out in the open and exposed.
    Yeah… that’s what I was afraid of…
    A large group of men has formed a loose circle around us. There must be twenty of them, easily. They all have weapons hanging from their shoulders by straps, and they’re shouting and cheering as they look on. Behind them, in the fenced corner where crops are growing, the women are watching, too. Over to my right, Way has appeared in the entrance of his tent, his arms folded across his chest, surveying the scene like an emperor watching his gladiators. I look back at head of security.
    Whoa!
    Instinctively, I lean back and narrowly avoid a big right hand that would have taken my head clean off had it landed. He stands, dropping into a loose fighting stance, smiling at me with menace in his eyes.
    I notice he’s favoring that left leg of his though, which is good. Shows he can be hurt. Plus, now the fight has slowed down a bit, I can think clearly. Yes—he has almost a foot in height on me. That’s fine. He’s built like a tank—that’s okay, too. He’s strong, but he’s slow, and his leg isn’t a hundred percent, which gives me the advantage. Maybe. I just need to play it smart, pick my shots, keep moving, and wait for the mistake. Time to antagonize…
    I love this part!
    I stand casually, my arms by my side. “So, tell me… how are you so fucking ugly with only one head?”
    His eyes go wide and he snarls at me, baring his teeth like a wild animal.
    At least I know he can understand me. Excellent!
    “Seriously, it’s like King Kong and Godzilla had a lovechild, and you were mauled by a pack of rabid dogs. You’re fucking hideous, man! You would actually scare a zombie back to life!”
    Oh… here he comes!
    He charges forward, his arm held high behind him, ready to swing down for a killer blow. I see it coming a mile away. I sidestep, slamming my foot into his weakened leg as draws level. He drops instantly, sliding to a halt on his knees. I spin around and put my elbow through his temple, as if I’m trying to split his head open. He flies away from me, hitting the ground hard, out for the count.
    I’m breathing heavily, the adrenaline pumping furiously through my body. I take some deep gulps of air, trying to slow my heart rate down so I can think clearly. I turn a slow circle.
    Oh yeah… I’m surrounded.
    Shit.
    Thankfully, they’re all staring at me, wide-eyed. I guess that juggernaut was a big deal around here. Their shock buys me a few moments of reprieve, but that doesn’t really help me. What am I supposed to do now? I