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Your breath becomes dry and your lungs start to burn, but every punch Porri whiffs slows him down even more! Huffing and puffing as he struggles to keep up, the gnarly Gnok’s attacks grow more and more desperate as the crowd chants your name with each dodge! Either this guy’s in bad shape, you think as another sluggish uppercut passes by your face, or you’re doing pretty well!
“Ach… <span class="mu-i">Hells…</span>” Stumbling after you like he just finished a marathon, Porri prepares another punch, but decides at the last minute to just fall on you instead! Deftly <span class="mu-b">LIMBOING</span> away from the last-ditch attempt to clobber you, you straighten back up and smirk just as the Gnok tumbles to the ground with a decisive <span class="mu-s">THUD!</span>
The crowd goes silent as the grave as you move to check on your weary rival… approaching cautiously so as not to invite a sucker punch, you give the Gnok’s shoulder a few light taps with your toe and breathe a sigh of relief as you hear a gurgling snore escape the dockworker’s mouth!
Before you can turn to leave, however, a faint trickling near Porri’s legs heralds the arrival of a pool of warm liquid at your feet! Leaping back towards the crowd, several unfamiliar claws grab hold of you and toss you into the air, the name <span class="mu-b">ANTON THE UNDYING</span> rising high above the docks!
You bask in the adoration until it dies down, and while your audience departs to chant ‘<span class="mu-s">PISSY PORRI!</span>’ for a while, you feel another gnarled claw stuff something <span class="mu-b">COIN-SHAPED</span> into your pocket!
“<span class="mu-i">Good scrap, pup…</span>” Hisses a raspy voice in your ear, “<span class="mu-i">Come down to</span> <span class="mu-b">THE SALT SHAKER</span> <span class="mu-i">an’ ask for ‘dinner an’ a show’ if ya’ wanna make some REAL bells…</span>”
The voice’s owner and claw are gone long before you can sputter a response, and by the time you do <span class="mu-i">ANOTHER</span> shady character has already accosted you!
“Nyeheheh~Anton, my friend, you are chock <span class="mu-i">FULL</span> of surprises… most of ‘em pleasant!” Sidling up next to you with a claw full of <span class="mu-s">BELLS,</span> your favorite Spinner drops a few in your hand with a conspiratorial wink!
“<span class="mu-b">FIFTY BELLS,</span> pal! You earned ‘em!”
Thanks, you reply in a somewhat unenthused tone, but she totally earned more than this, didn’t she?
“Hey, don’t sell yourself short! <span class="mu-s">YOU</span> did all the work!” Tzah-Tzie counters as she gives your hip a playful nudge! “Sorry, Volkie–you’ll get your cut next time!”
“That’s okay!” Replies the Skog as she plods over with a nervous laugh, “Betting on street fights isn’t very, um… <span class="mu-b">Lamplighter</span>ish…”
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