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The large woman grit her teeth as she slashed at him, her body jerking violently as his fist came around and slammed into her back. She cried out, a sound more guttural than feminine and she stumbled forward a few paces, arms outstretched to break her fall. But she stayed on her feet, contrary to his attempts to otherwise.
Now she found herself closer to the mace that had been discard and she tossed the dagger to the far side of the ring, snatching up the heavy mace with a grunt as pain swept over her. Hard to carry, but she hefted it and spun back around, gripping the staff of the weapon in both hands.
Lace wanted to stretch her upper body and relieve the tension and pain that had filled her, but any movement that connected to the muscle tissue of her left arm only caused her pain. Even her right arm was starting to feel heavy, burdened by the wound in her shoulder. She was slowing down and it showed in the careful steps she was taking. But she wasn't about to give up, let him kill her. She'd fight until she could no longer move. Until she was dead. Or he was.
Stalking towards Rhargn, Lace adjusted her grip on the weapon and swung it towards his hip.
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