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Down by the shipyards the excited shouts that reached the docks outside of the warehouse were a pale comparison to the energy and atmosphere of the interior. The place was packed with the press of sweaty bodies all jostling for a spot closest to the crude fight ring where Adriaan was engaged in a brutal, and illegal, no-holds barred fight.

Adriaan's opponent raised an arm up to block a kick from the avorian monk, but Adriaan's leg slipped under, connecting with his opponents ribs. With his opponent dazed and with the wind knocked out of him, Adriaan stepped in and slammed his elbow into his face. Unrelenting he continued to push the offensive and drove a kick into the man's midsection that staggered him back.

The man gave a snarl and took a wide swing for the side of Adriaan's head. Raising his arm up, Adriaan caught his opponents blow against his forearm before thrusting his other hand forward in an open palmed strike for the man's sternum.

As his opponent was sent stumbling back once more, Adriaan finished him off with a solid roundhouse kick to the side of his head that sent him sprawling into the floor where he lay groaning.

Cheers and shouts went up all around as money began to exchange hands.