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Zim panted hard, his suit ripped and torn as if a dog had jumped on him. He grabbed a handful of Dib's hair, threatening without word to yank. He was fully exhausted. But the look in his eyes seemed to tell Dib without words, "You may have won the battle, but I shall win the war."
Dib looked at him, furious but not quite understanding the hatred that was being spat in his face. His jacket blew in a distant breeze, whispering in Zim's ear that its wearer was as determined as a cat chasing a mouse. The scratches on his face screamed defeat, but his fists clenched almost on their own. Dib's eyes slipped into a narrow gaze, filling to the brim with pure anger at Zim's stupidity.
Zim stared deeply into Dib's eyes, for once seeing the despising that was being sent his way. Years of being mercilessly tesed and laughed at washed into Dib's body, filling him with a hatred he'd never felt before. He lunged at Zim again, the fight resuming worse than ever before.
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