Chapter 7

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"Oh!" I gasp in surprise yet again when a large bearded man who looks to be undefeated smacks his lanky opponent in the face with the butt of his sword. The smaller man falls to ground like a sack of potatoes and I watch two of his friends carry him out of the invisible ring. This is the eighth fight so far and to say I'm worried is an understatement. These men must have serious brain damage if they're subjected to this violence at least twice a week in different groups. One average sized man seems to be in the middle of things. Cabe, I think his name is. He has blondish hair tied back into a half hazard bun and looks to be the trainer of the group. He called up and paired the fights, even choosing different weapons from a huge wooden coffin like contraption. At the moment

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