"Iron Fist? Haha! I like that. Not surprising, though - anyone who gets hit with this is out cold," Miguel laughed heartily.
"What kind of priest talks about knocking people out, huh?" Ian teased, smirking as he picked up his spoon.
"No matter what tricks I pull, I can't hope to match you, Brother," Miguel replied, smiling but then lowering his voice.
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