Better overthink then not think at all.

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I swallowed.
I swallowed the coke I had earlier left in my mouth.
My wound closed and nearly healed fully.
He didn't expect that, I turned around grabbed his head and smashed it into the ground.
Using that intersection I drank a sip of Cola and dashed back, where I then chugged 2 liters of the holy juice.
Now we could fight on one level.

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