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... breath, heart racing.
Barka stood above him, grinning. He was a wall of muscle, his eyes glinting with savage delight.
The brute charged again. Oliver jumped aside, barely missing a blow aimed at his chest. But the next punch clipped his ribs.
CRUNCH.
The sound was unmistakable. It echoed through the cage despite the thunder outside. Pain lanced through Oliver’s body, white-hot and merciless. He gasped, staggering backward.
Velma screamed.
"Oliver ...
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