[m]Concious Fists
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As soon as he felt the man's weight leave him, Rurik leaped to his feet and snatched up his staff and turned to face the man. It was lucky that he hadn't laid there any longer, as the man was charging at him now, seemingly set on tearing him limb from limb. Acting as quick as he could, Rurik side stepped the man, his claws clipping some fur from his hide. It was obvious that this man was going to keep going until Rurik was either dead or something close, meaning he had to make sure he ended it before that happened. As the man passed by him, Rurik aimed a swift upward strike with his staff, aiming for the man's stomach.


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