Trevor kicked and rolled to keep from getting pinned by Klawmaker. He didn't use his Taser line because of Kevin's armor. He'd done three years of hand to hand combat training, so he knew how to duck and strike. 

     He rolled to his feet, no longer invisible because of the smoke, but not really visible either because nobody could really see each other, the smoke got so thick.

     Klawmaker saw him, though.

     He got right in Trevor's way to go into a fighting stance. 

     They went at it like warring beetles. Neither one of them could land a punch because they were both too adept defensively.

     "Damn, you're good," Trevor finally had to admit.

​     "Hoby!" Klawmaker hollered. "Help me with this motherfucker!"

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