Smitty roared. It was two men who’d jumped him as he’d stepped into the old warehouse. Big men, flesh and blood, and not robots. They were both using blackjacks. Roaring again, Smitty ducked a nasty swing by one of the blackjacks. “I feel like the guy in the carnival who’s got to keep dodging baseballs.” The giant pivoted and threw a punch. The blow connected and took one of his assailants hard in the abdomen. The man woofed out his breath, then doubled up on himself. He went staggering backward, taking shorter and shorter steps on his heels until he hit the floor. “Jerk!” accused the other man as he struck Smitty across the cheekbone. The blow caused Smitty to straighten up for a second. Lowering his head, he butted this one in the chest. “Oof!” Smitty butted again.
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