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 A yap, a gasp, cries of pain, the door opening and a thud. Out went one more troublemaker. There was nothing remarkable in that. The bar had enough of them in a fortnight to fill the entire local prison with delinquents, if charges came into play. Often they didn’t, but it wasn’t like the bar lacked defenses as it was. Not when they had such a strong bouncer. So strong, in fact, that she had been invited multiple times to the “King of Fighters” tournament. And how appropriate: her name so happened to match the first word of said tournament, and had an intimidating aura to boot. Casting a last glance on the rascal