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He could fee his strength wavering, the painful reminder that he was not as young as he used to be and that age was having it's impact on him. Yet he would not be struck down, not by the likes of this bastard. Mustering up the last of the energy he built inside, Tanja managed to scrape along the side of the inky stranger's face. And immediately, as if it was instinctual the kru did his best to pull away from the others grasp so that he could bolt in the other direction. 

Tanja knew if he remained fighting the results would not end well for him, which ultimately left him with only two options. Fight and die or run and live to fight again. So with the last of his strength the gray man tore away from his opponent, blood now dangerously flowing from his neck. Many thought fleeing was a cowards why out but that was not the case at all, fleeing only meant that the opponent knew when they had lost and aren't ashamed to admit it. And so Tanja ran and never looked back, already certain that he would return one day to get his revenge.