I vaulted the railing and rolled to my feet, arriving among the combatants, I cursed while trying to recover from what could be called suicide. Searching for Kormach I caught the wrist of someone trying to punch me and slammed my palm just above his elbow, forcing him to his knees. I wrenched the offending arm up behind his back and sent him reeling into a pair of advancing thugs who fell under his stumbling charge. I ripped my already torn shirt off and left it on the floor, swearing silently under my breath I turned hearing rapid footsteps behind me, to see someone flying towards me, his foot outstretched. I flung my hand out and grabbed at his ankle while slamming my palm into his leg just above his knee and swung him at the three I'd knocked over earlier, making a small, groaning pile. Still looking for Kormach, I crushed the nerve cluster of another would-be assailant and shoved him into the padded wall. A calm spot in the battle allowed me a small glimpse of Kormach fighting at the other end of the arena. I made my way in his general direction and lost all sense of effort and just punched the next combatant in the stomach before sending him reeling with an uppercut to his face. About ten meters away from him I noticed the ring of unconscious, injured or otherwise incapacitated combatants lying around him as he picked up an oncoming opponent, swung him around a bit then hammer threw him into four others trying to approach him. I ran up to him and put my hand on his shoulder, nodding I went back to work on the crowd.
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