A sudden sprint, crouch just so, leap into an inverted pirouette, and voila! Deft hands found their mark - a double slap that blurred into one motion. Her opponent slumped and the crowd roared their appreciation. Unbelievable! She was the underdog; money changed hands frantically.
Turn, tuck-jump over the clumsy battering-ram of its arm swung blindly behind it, and then a series of gouging, twisting knuckles up its back. The huge form went prostrate, its groan a rich bass that reverberated through the wildly-cheering spectators.
The fight of the year: the Combat Masseuse versus The Stone Golem . . . and they were there!
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[Thanks to Tim Whitten for the idea.]
