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[Still, on instinct, Allen grabs the fist aimed for him before it hits. Though his teeth grit at bracing from being staggered by the force, he leans into it when Tyki pushes back.
Left on right.
When did you become like this, Tyki.]
[Something flashes hard in his eyes for a moment, determination and dedication and--sadness? Before they steel again, holding his smaller frame against the strain.] Tyki Mikk! [Shouted. It could be an angry reproach, or--]
[A squeeze of the other's fist, shifting his feet to plant his weight more firmly.] ... Tyki Mikk.
[Still leaning hard, but it's more for emphasis, with clarity than with anger.
It's frustration but understanding. You know this, you accused him of the same.] What other answer do you need?
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