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Curt managed to duck beneath the man's flailing fist, and drove home a solid left to Jess's mid-section.
It was like hitting a sack of salt.
Pain shot up Curt's arm clear to the shoulder, but Jess seemed hardly aware that he had been hit.
He slammed into the wall, bounced back, and caught Curt with a roundhouse right which sent him spinning.
An inch lower and it would have knocked him out.
As it was, his vision blurred and for a moment he was unable to move.
When his eyes began to focus, he saw Jess charging at him with a pitchfork.

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