\n\t\t\t\t\tSaesar!NOTE: I'm very aware this is not a fun chapter. If you're squeamish about permanent injuries, please pass this one by, but it's important to the story.
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The underground fighting ring is a dirty place in many ways. Dus finds himself here fighting to gather funds for the downtrodden children to keep them from ending up in the arena. Dus fights fair, within reason, and strives to beat his opponent, not to permanently harm them.
Sadly, as is the truth, not everyone shares his views and will gladly forfeit a match if they can permanently remove a strong fighter from the circuit. The Braixen opponent is from one such group; a strip bar that would dearly love to have more funds to hire more and more exotic dancers and to pay to groom more youths into their ring.
Even as the match barely starts, the Braixen wastes no time in throwing a towel over Dus' face before mercilessly pummeling him with a set of brass knuckles.
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Dus is a kind soul, but that belies the strength and durability he hides deeper inside. It also is true that the most violent outbursts come from the nicest people.
With a strength and speed most underestimate from him, he delivered a crushing double handed slam on the unprepared Braixen's head before mercilessly crushing him to the mat.
Normally Dus would pause to gauge his opponent, but with blood in his eyes and fire in his veins, he didn't let up as he rear mounted atop the Braixen in a relentless camel clutch...
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... and with a relentless, adrenaline and rage fueled pull, a horrifying crack sounds out.
The Braixen isn't even able to scream as his torso purples from the internal damage to his spine.
With a snarl and a victorious thrust of his arms, Dus declares himself the winner... But all too soon, the rage passes and his wits return.
As he looks back on his former opponent; jaw broken and spine snapped as he writhes in agony on the mat, he can only look in sympathy and regret of his actions.
After all, the Braixen was likely inducted into strip club as a youth, trained in their ways, and met the end of his fighting days at the hands of one intending to save more youths from a similar fate.
Dus hung his head as he left the ring, knowing that he would have been on the floor of that ring in a pool of his own blood if he didn't fight back, and that the only thing he could do would be to forge forward, to help ensure no other youths were swept up into the horror of the pits.