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Kuryakin stopped dead in his tracks.
In front of him, blocking his path was a giant of a man, nearly seven feet tall.
Illya had to get out with the microchip he’d stolen. He charged, thinking the bigger they are, the harder they fall; yet after delivering a series of ineffective punches and karate chops, the Russian went reeling.
Time to fight dirty. He leapt into the air, driving downwards, foot against the man’s knee.
“The bigger they are the harder they fall,” Illya repeated as the giant went down yowling in pain; his kneecap shattered.
Kuryakin didn’t look back...
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Date: 2016-07-20 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-20 08:47 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting again! Appreciate it as always.
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Date: 2016-07-21 02:19 am (UTC)Sometimes you have to fight dirty.
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Date: 2016-07-21 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-21 05:51 pm (UTC)Illya is a scrappy little street fighter at heart.
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Date: 2016-07-22 04:25 am (UTC)Glad you liked it!