[The jig is up. It didn't last long. He turns to face her. He doesn't smile, or attempt to dissemble. He just looks at her flatly.
He has the marks of his own fights: a slight limp, a swelling above one eyebrow, a split lip, and more bruises that aren't visible. But he's still standing, only a little winded.]
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He has the marks of his own fights: a slight limp, a swelling above one eyebrow, a split lip, and more bruises that aren't visible. But he's still standing, only a little winded.]