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- Sometimes life throws you a curveball, and even repeatedly, - he grimaced, rubbing his own. - It was a disgrace when that guy surrendered in the semi-finals to a petite girl, without even raising a weapon. It's one thing to lose, and another to deliberately give up, - his hand rests on the radiant hilt and tightens it until his fingers turn white (which would be visible if she weren't wearing a glove). - I'm used to one strike, one kill, but here my vision blurred. You'd think these aliens have eight arms. Not immediately realizing that it was said twice, he shifts his gaze from her face to her sword, and then back to her face. - Maybe I misheard. You mean alien? How is that even possible? - he turns to the man. - How is it not possible?