Fists were flung and blocked; Max stood there looking bored rather than a fighter. It reminded Grimm of the movie where the hero had woken up in a dream world made by computers and the hero was unlocking fighting techniques. The fight was going on longer than Grimm had anticipated, much like a cat playing with its prey before coming in for the final blow.
"What the hell are you?" Grimm grunted.
"Your worst nightmare," Max replied and then a wry smile crossed his lips. "Or a new friend."
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