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. Dalt was just too
damned strong. Seeing this, Luke threw all of his weight against Dalt's
back, pushed, and sprang up. He wasn't quite fast enough, however, because
Dalt's freed arm swung around and clipped him across the left calf as he
moved away. Luke stumbled. Dalt was up and swinging immediately. He caught
Luke with a wild haymaker that knocked him over backward. This time, when he
threw himself upon Luke, Luke was unable to roll free; he only managed to
turn his body partly. Dalt landed with considerable force, twisting past a
slow knee aimed toward his groin. Luke did not get his hands free in time to
defend against a punch that caught him on the left side of the jaw. He
turned with it and fell completely flat. Then his right hand snapped upward,
its heel striking the point of Dalt's chin, fingers hooking toward the eyes.
Dalt jerked his head back and slapped the hand away. Luke threw a hammer
blow toward his temple with the other hand, and though it connected, Dalt
was already moving his head to the side, and I couldn't see that it had any
effect. Luke dropped both elbows to the ground and pushed himself up and
forward, bowing. His forehead struck Dalt's facewhere, I am not precisely
certain-before he fell back. Moments later, Dalt's nose began bleeding as he
reached out with his left hand to grasp Luke by the neck. His right hand,
open, slapped Luke hard on the side of the head
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