( with a downloadable nine page story from an anonynmous writer )
“Stop wasting my FUCKING TIME by dancing, and HIT ME, shit for brains. I’ll even let you get a few blasted hits in, to get this shit moving along.”
The brute lowered his arms from his fighting stance in invitation, showing he was serious. The smaller fighter took the invitation, closed the gap quickly, and let their fists and feet cross the space between their two bodies in milliseconds, landing strikes against ribs, pecs, a shoulder and a kick to the jaw on the recipient. Yet the strikes seemed to make no difference to the brute taking on the hits. He simply smirked, spit blood from his mouth onto the mat, licked blood from his lower lip and grinned.
“My turn.”
(...)
Disclaimer:
The story is not written by me
Viktor
2024-06-19 10:54:02 +0000 UTCbrain damaged drift
2024-06-19 10:52:17 +0000 UTC