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. Both tried several forehead bashes and instep stompings, but all
of these were avoided by the other. Finally, Luke succeeded in hooking
Dalt's leg, driving him backward to the ground.
Half kneeling atop him then, Luke caught him with a left cross and
followed it immediately with a right. He tried for another left then, and
Dalt caught his fist, surged upward and threw him back to the ground. As
Dalt hurled himself upon him again, his face a half mask of blood and dirt,
Luke was somehow able to strike him beneath the heart, but this did not stop
Dalt's right fist which came down like a falling rock on the side of Luke's
jaw. Dalt followed it with a weak left to the other side, a weak right,
paused to suck in a great breath, then landed a solid left. Luke's head
rolled to the side and he did not move.
Dalt crouched there atop him, panting like a dog, studying his face as
if suspecting some trick, his right hand twitching as if he were
contemplating striking again.
But nothing happened. They remained in that position for ten or fifteen
seconds before Dalt slowly drew himself erect, eased off of Luke to Luke's
left, then rose carefully to his feet, swayed for a second and straightened
fully.
I could almost taste the death spell I had hung earlier. It would only
take a few seconds to nail him, and no one would be certain how he had died
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