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I watched as the two biker gangs sped at one another. Chains, knifes, and crobars were brandished on both sides. With an unimagined ferocity the two lines collided. Blood flew and bikes spilled. For a moment, there was so much dust, I could not see what was happening. When the dust cleared, I saw that many had fallen on both sides, but the Dragons had lost proportionally more. The the Wolf pack was doing well, they were still outnumbered. I watched as Hamilton struck down a Dragon with his iron crobar. He smashed in the Dragon’s skull. A second later, another attacked him from behind by wrapping a heavy chain around his neck. They fell to the ground, but a moment later, only the Dragon rose. My eyes then went to Jefferson who was facing three Dragons. Though, he caused them many wounds with his pair of swith blade knives, they
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