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Twenty three

BURK POV

Tilk's eyes flick to mine again, and my irritation builds. The Bronkark hasn't stopped eyeing me all day, and I can't take much more. My fist is practically itching with the need to punch his face in.

I know he wants my female, but the only way he would have a chance to have her now is if Krystal rejects my offer and requests he challenges me. So I don't know why he is still sizing me up.

"He won't catch fire no matter how hard you stare," Modok mumbles, and I snort before hitting his shoulder with mine.

"He keeps looking at me," I growl, and Nole chuckles.

"Modok wiped the ground with him. He is probably embarrassed," Nole says as he gives his fellow Bronk the cold shoulder.

I shrug and growl as he shoots me another calculated glance.

"Focus on your fight. You are the next one up," Modok grumbles, and I look towards the exit.

"Fight? It won't be a fight. Saz ran around the ring just to give the crowd a show. Everyone knows they can't focus their ears on s
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