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[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:: ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ]

» 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐯𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞. 
"...It won't be easy.." He told me as he started to do his MMA posture. "After that day I built this body to crush you."

"Okay. Let me see." I told him seriously as he asked for this fight.

My guard was up looking at him in serious state, anticipation coursing through me as I waited for Jake to make the first move. He locked eyes with me, attempting to decipher my thoughts, but I knew he was just a human, vulnerable to emotional manipulation. I maintained my composure, calmly observing his every move, analyzing the pattern of his attacks.

In a matter of seconds, he lunged forward, swift and powerful. I skillfully evaded his assaults, countering with a precise jab to his stomach. Confidence shifted to worry on Jake's face. Seizing the advantage, I exploited the opening I had created. Jake unleashed a tempest of punches and kicks, managing to land a few solid strikes. My guard remained unwavering, a patient sentinel awaiting the precise moment for a finishing blow.

The moment presented itself like a whisper in the storm. A relentless barrage of punches surged forth, seeking to drown him in a sea of impact. Yet, he cunningly attacked from my blind spot, fists connecting with my face. The world momentarily spun as retaliation ensued, culminating in a decisive blow that left a scar, shattered teeth, and Jake's unconscious form sprawled on the unforgiving pavement.

As the tide of adrenaline began to recede, a metallic taste lingered in my mouth, a testament to the price of triumph.

"I'm surprised. I didn't expect you to be this strong," I remarked, praising his fallen form. "You were pretty good."

"I expect you'll be quiet in jail," I declared, wiping blood from my lips. "Or I'll take your tongue next time." My gaze shifted to the silent onlookers, a threatening reminder to keep their silence.

About to depart, a voice cut through the aftermath. "Am I... weak?" Tabasco questioned, and a grin crept across my face.

"I don't remember weak guys," I replied, leaving the scene behind in a cascade of echoes and the distant sounds of the city.

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