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Before he could react, Judah was slammed against a barrier of lethal force. He flew backwards into the wall behind him still clutching his weapon with a death grip. A loud [i][b]crunch[/b][/i] echoed in the room as Judah's body bounced off the wall, making an indent in it. He fell forward onto his stomach gasping for air. His Kevlar vest offered some protection against the impact to his vitals and spine. Even still, he bled from his nose, head, left arm and leg. 

Judah struggled to lift his head and good arm toward Sonika. Pain shot up through his bleeding leg and arm. Anger boiled up within him. It was either that or give into the despair of defeat. Judah would make them work for it. 

He released emotions of blinding rage toward his opponents. The type that would make someone abandon all measures of self-preservation in primal aggression. Then Judah fired off the remaining rounds of his weapon at Sonika from his prone position. His hope was for her to abandon her defensive assault and be tagged with 9mm holopoint ammunition. 

After the bullets had whizzed toward his opponent Judah struggled to his feet. He grunted in immense pain from the effort. His left arm hung uselessly to his side and his leg hardly held any weight. Blood trickled down from his wounds. Rage still swelled within him and all around. 

Then Judah tossed his pistol to the side and ceased all emotional influence at once. He spat blood onto the ground and offered a challenge through labored breaths, [color=green]"You're nothing...without your power...fight me..hand..to..hand..."[/color] Judah shifted most of his weight onto his good leg. Then he raised his right arm aggressively toward whichever opponent accepted his challenge. 

[color=green][i]"Pure blood sport. Like the gladiators of old. The only out  being the death of enemy or yourself. What a way to go,"[/i][/color] Judah thought to himself.