09 - THE FIGHT

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      "matthew whitlock? yeah, i don't know who that is," grayson stated as he tried to close the door on him.

      matthew being the way he was, grabbed the door and pulled it open as his arm leans against the door frame, "that's not very nice of you to close the door on someone older than you, is it?" he said while looking down on gray. 

      "who is it?" xaver asked, walking to the front door. as soon as he saw matthew through the gap of the door, his whole attitude changed. he grabbed the door knob and pull it hard enough for it to completely close.

      "stay back gray, he's going to do something stupid now," xaver announced as he guides gray to be further away from the door.

      "what is he going to do vy?" gray asked but it was soon answered by the loud bang and the door flying inside.

      "THAT is what was going to happen," xaver explained. the others started to gather around the front door too after they heard the loud noise, multiple 'what's going on?' was heard from several of them.

      before xaver can explain, matthew called him out "how long are you going to make me wait wong," he said, sounding fairly pissed off that peaceful talk does not sound like an option anymore.

      xaver lets out a sigh before walking outside, standing right infront of matthew. "what has gotten into you, making a fuss at my house?" he folds his arms as he questioned matthew. 

      "stay away from my sister," matthew ordered which made xaver let out a little scoff. "and if i don't want to?" xaver mocked.

      matthew grabbed him by the collar out of anger as he says, "then i'll beat the shit out of you wong." xaver snickered as a response to matthew's threat.

      "you need to leave, matthew. now," xaver warned, his voice low and menacing. "not until we settle this," matthew replied, his voice equally resolute.

      without further preamble, matthew lunged forward, aiming a swift punch at xaver's jaw. xaver dodged, his reflexes honed by years of training. he countered with a quick jab to matthew's ribs, but matthew twisted away, avoiding the full impact. the two circled each other, their movements fluid and precise.

      suddenly, matthew feinted left and then struck with a powerful right hook. xaver blocked the punch, his arm absorbing the force, and retaliated with a knee aimed at matthew's midsection. matthew grunted as the knee connected, but he responded with a fierce uppercut that grazed xaver's chin, snapping his head back.

      as they exchanged blows, a third figure appeared— rhemian, who rushed towards them, arms outstretched in a futile attempt to intervene.

      "stop! both of you!" rhemian shouted, his voice filled with desperation.

      in the heat of the moment, neither xaver nor matthew noticed rhemian's approach. as matthew swung another punch towards xaver, rhemian stepped between them, and the punch connected with rhemian's face instead. rhemian staggered backward, clutching his nose as blood began to trickle from his nostrils.

       "rhemian!" xaver shouted, his focus momentarily shifting to his injured brother.

      matthew tsked at his mistake, looking at the injured rhemi. seizing the distraction, xaver launched a powerful kick to matthew's chest, sending him sprawling onto the ground. matthew landed hard, his earlier bravado fading.

      xaver turned to rhemian, his face a mask of concern. "are you okay?"

      rhemian nodded, wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. "i'll be fine. just... stop this commotion."

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