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“You won’t do any good looking like that,” the man with the paper umbrella said to Liz. “Form is sloppy, footing is a disgrace, and the less said about your bow legged chicken stance the better.” He rubbed at his tired eyes. Liz stood there with fury. Had he just watched that? Had he watched those idiots try to attack her and done nothing? Now he had the nerve to critique her on how she defended herself. She stabbed for him with the broken mop, jagged splinters aimed for his eye. She saw something then from the tired looking man with the umbrella. Something in his lidded eyes, something she didn’t understa