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As the name would suggest, kickboxing incorporated both the hand-thrown blows typical of
boxing, along with the power kicks, knee strikes, and leg sweeps common to Asian martial arts.
Which, to Ort-Meyer's way of thinking, meant kickboxing was the perfect form of unarmed
combat for the clone-soldiers of the future to master. Each round of the competition would be
supervised by the headmaster, Lazlow. He was a big man, one of the reasons the boys feared
him and always did what they were told. Lazlow wore his hair in a comb-over that failed to
conceal a large bald spot, and he stared out at the world through a pair of Coke-bottle-thick
glasses.
Round one–which was intended as little more than an appetizer–ended quickly as Number 21
threw three rapid-fire volleys of head blows, spun, and delivered a reverse kick to 9's solar
plexus. Then, as the boy known as “Niner” struggled to recover, 21 hammered the youngster to
the floor.
Round two was a bit more entertaining, as the combatants traveled the length and breadth of
the ring before 32 finally managed to run a younger boy into a post, thereby knocking his
opponent unconscious.
That brought up round three as what felt like an ounce of liquid lead trickled into the pit of 47's
stomach and continued to lay there as he scrambled into the ring. Lazlow's expression said that
he already knew who was going to win the third round as he checked to make sure both boys
had their protective mouthpieces, cups, and hand wraps.
“All right,” the headmaster said, as 6 danced around the ring. “Don't kill each other.” And with
that admonition, he was gone.
47 had a plan–a fantasy, really–in which he would find a way to beat 6's defenses down and kick
the other boy in the head. But that's all it was–a fantasy. Which quickly became apparent when
the fight began. Even though both boys were made of the same genetic stuff, it was as if 6 had
been imbued with an extra something that gave the bully a distinct advantage.
While 47 attempted to put Number 6 on the defense with a series of body blows, the other boy
was able to reach around and grab him behind the neck, delivering a series of knee strikes to the
groin.
“Take that, bitch,” 6 said, “and that, and that, and that!”
He was going to lose, that much was certain, so 47 did the only thing he logically could. And
that was to take just enough punishment to make the fight look convincing, take a fall, and
walk away with the fewest number of injuries possible.
But 6 seemed determined to polish his image as the toughest student in the school. So rather
than put his opponent down immediately, he pushed 47 away, and subjected him to a succession
of front kicks, side kicks, and a fancy roundhouse that landed 47 on his back. A blow so hard,
and so well delivered, it left 47 gasping for air.
That brought Ort-Meyer and his associates to their feet as 6 accepted a loud round of applause