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Malcolm knocked the Townie to the ground effortlessly, blood pouring from his shattered nostril. Gregory stumbled back to his feet. The other Townie turned direction and tried to charge Malcolm down but he was met with the same amount of force that put him down.

"I'm good." Gregory felt where the punch had impacted, no blood but his head was throbbing. It took him a moment to steady himself on his feet.

Gregory steered away from Malcolm, seeing that he couldn't physically do much to him. Tad was of similar size and stature to him, which made the odds slightly more even. Gregory wasn't the best in a fight, he could hold his own but usually he had muscle like Erick, or even in rare instances, Michael there for him. Luckily Clint was a decently sized guy.