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I left the house, headed for work. | Or should I say work headed for me. | I am a professional monster fighter. Many monsters hunt me down in order to become famous among their kind, or to avenge their defeated kin. I didn't expect a green cyclops to know where I lived. | Heard him yell out his challenge, "Get out here monster fighter. I want to pick your bones clean." I grabbed my MMA gloves and prepared to rumble. | The deep growl I'd heard turned out to be deceptive when it came to the monster's true power. I was able to stop his single punch with my hand, and delivered a hard blow to his face. He knew now how weak he was, and turned into smoke on the wind.