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Eva hopped down from her opponent’s lifeless corpse, her breaths hot and heavy. Her little stunt had easily eaten away half of her stamina, and her breathing had become incredibly labored to compensate. What she needed was some extra time to get as much as she could back, at least before her next fight. She walked over to the side of the ring, where Szereth and Severas were standing. “You know,” said Severas, “more than half these thugs didn’t understand you, right?” “What? Ugh! But I had my pose down and everything!” “Not every Drogar’s equipped with translation nanites,” added Szereth. “Usually only traders, politicians, soldiers, mercs, and so on. People who deal with the border. Deep in the core, though?” “Did I at least sound threatening? I mean, standing on his body and yelling