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Fearless [MultiFormat]
eBook by Dave Smeds
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: They called him "Fearless" because of his aggressive style in the karate tournaments. But now a brutal attack has taught him the meaning of pain--and fear. Will he ever compete again?
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Warriors of Blood and Dream, 1995
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [294 KB], eReader (PDB) [39 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [30 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [28 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [83 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [101 KB], hiebook (KML) [129 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [76 KB], iSilo (PDB) [25 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [31 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [72 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [43 KB]
Words: 8712
Reading time: 24-34 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Virtual combat, the world at your feet. One rule exists: fight to kill. Perhaps two: Remember to log-off. Unless, of course, pain-threshold override assumes the privilege. Fearless craves the title; nothing will stop him. Mongo is no trivia; a smutty Peruvian with a dubious black belt. But pugilist or charlatan, Mongo is a gladiator of death, swift like a torpedo, fist like a hammer. No one gets lucky. Being offline from analog surrogacy brings no escape. Now Fearless must recap his essence from a grandmaster whose unique style of instruction straps on a purgatory of action freeze. Feet and elbows fly; death comes in seconds. That is a warning, if not a promise. Dave Smeds has created an odyssey between integrated simulation and reality. 'Fearless' provides an adrenaline indulgence right from the start. -Eugen Bacon, Fictionwise Recommender
I knew the Peruvian would be trouble from the moment he appeared on the tournament floor. He seemed to hover an inch above the polished hardwood, coiled and ready to spring. He was heavily muscled, dark, hairy the quintessential kick-ass karate player.
Armando Ruiz. Mongo, his enemies called him, though never to his face.
I wasn't likely to spar him until at least the quarter finals. A lot could happen between now and then, but the way things looked, Mongo was the competitor most likely to steal my shot at the trophy.
I'd already defeated my first opponent; my second match was half an hour away. I had an opportunity to devote full attention to Ruiz as he stepped into the ring and exchanged bows with a sturdy, Nordic Shito-ryu player.
He scored a kill in eight seconds.
The match consumed so little time I had to replay it in my head to fully grasp it. Mongo had charged forward, punches flying one after the other, erasing the Viking's powerful defense as if it had been made of smoke. Three, four, five potent impacts to the face and the Viking logged off, leaving empty floor behind.
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