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Malcolm looked squarely at Andrei, though they were of cliques that were conflicted towards one another a mutual respect had been formed at the factory. He turned his weary eyes back to Erick.

"Yes, you have defiled a beloved member of our clique." Malcolm was holding on to the last fabric of calmness, the only thing he wanted to do was to beat this poor, disrespectful scum. "I offer to you a resolution. In Old Bullworth Vale there is a Boxing gym. Should you wish to stand for your wrongdoing, we will meet there."

"I'll make you look like a bitch in front of your clique." Erick snarled, getting within inches of Malcolm's face. His eyes flared into disembodied anger. Malcolm's were calm, and confident.