Chapter #17

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Blake's pov;
Dimly aware of the hush that befell the crowd, I face my opponent as I wait for the first fight of my night to begin.

Let this guy make the first move.

My opponent is a large, muscular guy with greasy shit colored hair that covers his eyes. His veins in his arms twitch.

Don't lose don't lose don't lose. I repeat in my head over and over again.

We won't. I won't let us.

Tollgach retreated with an appreciative wink. The buzzer sounded.

The big guy moves first.

I jerk back, and to the aside. The blow meant for my jaw whizzed by in a blur of knuckles. From the corner of my eye, I saw my opponent's other arm begin an upward trajectory. I duck this time, and feel my hair ruffle with the force of it. My eyes only stare at him, my ears catch nothing but his breathing, my thoughts. Blank.

Drop to the floor. Roll clear, stand. Don't let him connect. Draw it out, Blake!

SHUT UP!

He charges with a roar like a bull at me. I sidestep, whirl to face him. My opponent lunged. I avoid one flying fist, only to collide with another.

The blow glanced off my ribcage, a sharp sting fading fast. In front of me, he grins and jab again at my midsection.

Block. Shove away. Back off.

Avoidance was simple, but it couldn't last forever. The crowd wanted action. They came for blood. I'll give it to them!

Minutes pass with no contact, and I can feel pressure emanating from all sides, a nearly audible chant: "punch-kick-strike-hurt".

I decide to go on the offensive. I basically lash out, aiming for my opponent's gut. He proves equally effective at defense, and my fist meets a meaty forearm. I try again with both hands-one-two, Sol's technique-and this time connected.

Felt like punching flesh-covered steel. I suddenly dig my feet into the ground and position myself into a little "come any closer and I'll fuck your day up" type deal and guide the guy's attention, smirking as I flip him off. "Fuck you dude."

Tollgach's voice rings out. "Bring the weapons out!" From behind us, someone throws in a old rustic pipe at the big dude and some chains to me.

This is gonNa be fUn.

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