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back. The redneck swung his axe down hard in a vertical arc when Wolf came into range. Wolf deftly spun to the side like a football player shaking off a tackle. The axe sliced through the empty air. As he completed his spin, Wolf lashed out with his bangstick. The tip struck the redneck squarely on his side. His entire upper torso disintegrated into a red spray. The battle was over after only twenty seconds. I was amazed at the Wolf Pack’s combat abilities. I was remined of watching new footage of a swat team raiding a liberal hideout. Feeling that it was now safe, I emerged into the clearing to join the rest. Suddenly, an engine roared to life over by the pile of wrecked automobiles. At once, the Wolf Pack raised their weapons and began firing in that direction. I looked but for a moment saw nothing but the pile of junked cars. Then, suddenly one of them, a battered pickup truck began moving. It had actually been in front of
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