Zipper’s the world at large

They were pretty evenly matched. Both in experience as Weres and apparent skill in a brawl. Even as Pat braced his good knee on the mat and kept himself upright, he found resistance as he tried to jam his fist into the man’s ribs. The wolf snarled and snapped, urging him to use his teeth or nails to shred skin, but he held back. Maybe another night, another fight, but not this one.

He was losing steam, aching in various places, but not done yet.

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