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When we start fighting, everything becomes a blur of motion.

There is no hesitation or waiting for the right time.

We're on the balcony when I realise he has cut me, deeply.

A chunk of flesh is hanging off my left arm.

There's pools of blood on the balcony floor.

Everything starts to spin, I can't see clearly.

And then I notice he is leaning against the balcony railing.

I've got him cornered.

I'm going to win.

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