I spent 15 years training Marines in hand-to-hand combat, and my rule was simple

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Shane stopped ten feet away, his voice quiet, conversational. “You put your hands on my daughter.”

“Your daughter’s a clumsy girl who can’t follow simple instructions,” Dustin sneered. “Told her your old self couldn’t protect her. She didn’t believe me, so I had to teach her some respect.”

The three fighters with them—Shane recognized their continue reading …