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| − | "Wing Chun, Shun Zhang."
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| − | "Wing Chun, Wen Zhang."
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| − | We entered our respective stances, our hands inches from each other, our eyes hyper focused.
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| − | I can do this.
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| − | I stepped in, pushing Wen's hand out of the way and went for a feint, but Wen had already predicted this and deflected my other hand before it could even land. Wen closed the distance and brought his hands up, shoving me back and unloading his Chain Punch, catching me on the chest and the side of my face as I instinctively stepped back.
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| − | His legs are open.
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| − | I launched a leg kick, but Wen was faster, deflecting my kick with the inside of his foot and kicked me in the side with the same leg.
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| − | I stumbled back and brought my hands up in my form again, stabilizing my balance.
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| − | Wen smiled as he brought his hands back up, assuming his stance.
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| − | "Are you really going to lose to the little brother, Shun?"
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| − | "What did you just say?!" I snapped, as I charged, launching a strike to his face, then his midsection, but both attacks were dodged. I launched another strike at Wen's side, but Wen managed to catch this one, and began snaking up my arm elegantly.
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| − | "Shit!" I yelped, as I tried to defend myself, but Wen had already grappled on to me.
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| − | "Augh!" I shouted, as Wen struck me in the side of my head, then my ribcage, then used my arm and threw me onto the ground, unloading another Chain Punch against the side of my face.
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| − | "I win." Wen said, as he cleanly got off me, brushing his clothes.
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| − | I stared at the ground.
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| − | "You-"
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| − | "Sorry, Shun. But I guess I get the savings. Have fun dealing with our psycho father."
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| − | I watched as Wen walked away. He had already taken my job from me. He had taken our savings too.
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| − | I had no money, no prospects.
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| − | I looked back at our run down house. Dad was yelling at Mom again, threatening to divorce and kill our pets to survive.
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| − | "Wen, please. Take me with you. Take me-"
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| − | "Sorry, Shun. But it's every brother for themselves. That's what it means to be human. That's what Dad drilled into our heads since the day we were born. You were just too soft to admit it. I'm not gonna waste another opportunity to escape from Dad and this family."
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