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Jethro hesitated outside the gym. The crowd was loud, and anticipation filled the air. He tipped his head and inhaled, his nose twitching at the faint scent of blood. He wanted to push through the swarm of bodies and force them to make way for him. He was strong now, really strong, but even though it’d be the fastest path through the crowd it wouldn’t be the smartest.
He ducked down a side street. Maybe he’d head over to the Howling Hut and find a female to keep him company. It’d be nice to hang out somewhere that he wasn’t hated.
The fighters at Jar didn’t like him because he was an Almighty, and he’d been in the Protective Services. It didn’t matter that many of them had also served. They’d had no choice. Since he was an Almighty, they believed he’d enlisted because he’d ch
