Tinyman 2004  

Meanwhile, at the press corps, Werd snapped out of a trance.

The photographer had raised an object and was pointing it at Tinyman.

Werd moved toward the photographer.

Werd held still.

A flashbulb popped.

Tinyman turned toward the microphones slowly, his right hand raised in a gesture that meant intentional, willing victory. The crowd cheered, then a hush fell over them like locusts descending upon a field of votes. Tinyman's smile wavered. Was his fly unzipped? What if there were mustard on his chin? He then attempted to focus, relying on the techniques of the Bhagwatami Khan to overcome adversary so intense that the warrior is tempted to fall down and sob.

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