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The air was a soup of dust and fury. The crumbling ruins trembled beneath the storm’s assault, the scents of blood and ozone weaving through the chaos as Follo and Rudo met in another brutal exchange, their fists cracking against flesh, painting the broken ground crimson. Rudo wiped his mouth, his expression a mask of rage. ‘You know what I can’t understand?’ he shouted, his voice ripping through the wind. ‘Why *she* would ever choose someone like you.’ Follo halted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. ‘You’re so painfully average,’ Rudo sneered, his grin predatory. ‘A bore. She deserves far better than—’ The insult died in a wet, solid crunch. Follo’s knuckles connected with Rudo’s jaw with a force that seemed to shake the very foundations. Rudo stumbled, but F…