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broken hand. Kasson gave out a guttural cry of rage, and held his hand in pain. Driven into a berserker rage, Kasson grabbed his sword with his one good hand in a blind fury. Aiming to crush the outlander to a bloody pulp.

Even Aella, from up in the royal terrace, thought it was clear that the outlander was still living. She watched as he dived out of Kasson’s way. Blood loss and exhaustion slowed the Earthman’s movements. But he kept moving, ducking and dodging so he could wind Kasson into a greater and greater frenzy as Kasson screamed in fury when he missed Sinbad for the tenth time in a row.

Despite the outlander’s best efforts, Kasson was throwing him around the arena. Sinbad’s senses blazed as the shock of the impact, whiting out the pain of his bruised and torn flesh. His body felt out of place, and a deadly exhaustion clouded his mind. It made it difficult for him to think, but he knew he had to keep moving.

Groaning, Sinbad gathered what little strength, he had left and tried to roll over onto his side. His body rebelled; a powerful quiver of exhaustion ran through him as his abused muscles complained. He felt like his body was moving through thick, clinging tar.

Sinbad knew he couldn’t take much more of this.

As he struggled to rise, Kasson pounced on him, dragging him to his feet and slamming him back against a wall. The force of the impact knocked Sinbad’s breath out of him. He was unable to muster the strength to defend himself as Kasson hammered a punch into his stomach and then a second at his face, bouncing his head off the wall. Sinbad’s vision filed with blinding flashes as Kasson hit him again and again, venting his fury on the struggling outlander.

In desperation, Sinbad lashed out and dug his fingers into Kasson’s eyes. The marauder roared in pain and threw up his hands, knocking Sinbad away.

JOHN GARAVAGLIA

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