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The Hard Way
Philippe was a blur, his fist skimming the top of my head and making a sickening bone-on-bone sound as it connected with Clarence’s face. I’d seen Philippe outfighting Inge and kept Clarence talking for as long as I could. His neck-breaker hold dropped off me and I staggered over for a lean against the tram doors.
Clarence was on his back, but he breakdanced to his feet and went hand-to-hand with Philippe. I turned to see Inge hauling herself off the floor, touching a cut above her right eye for blood. She fixed her attention on me and came forward. I sighed and pushed myself off the doors, wondering where the hell the next stop was. In reality, we’d only been fighting for a matter of seconds, but it felt like years.
As Philippe and Clarence wrestled with some super-kun
