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The fight began with vengeance
Fox pummelled a fist to his opponent’s te to strike Fox’s head But he dodged every one, raining punches on Everest’s jaw and chest
The pure precision and cold calculation made me hate the spiral my life had beco--I recognised the saer, absorbing the fight--letting it energize me I didn’t knohat came overhis life in jeopardy just for so I never would I hated hi bodily harm when he had wealth to help find a cure for disease He could be a saviour; instead he flaunted and abused Instead he hurt others For what? A show of ownership or pride?
I hated his inside hter would never live to see her teens
I hated him for no reason at all He was purely the vessel to funnel my hatred into It didn’t make sense--it wasn’t rational, but ed the deep sense of helplessness I suffered For three weeks, I’d hidden froht to show me just hoisted nosis had ed into the ring and hit hie and inflict as much pain as I felt
I wanted to go to war and battle and come out a victor, so I could save Clara
Everest snapped and charged Tackling Fox, they wrestled, yelling obscenities into each other’s ear
Fox swung and connected with Everest’s abdo and ai, Fox wheeled around and thumped a fist into his liver My eyes never left Fox’s face He winced in pain as his fist rier as the fight went on
He was cohhe didn’t
No remorse
No respect for life
The crowd booed as Everest landed a fist to Fox’s head
Instead of dancing away and preparing another strike, Fox laughed His voice rang around the club, weaving with base notes fro al crazy son of a bitch"
Fox didn’t reply Moving within hitting distance, he delivered four punches in quick succession Instead of going down, Everest sprawled forward, forcing Fox to back up as his large fists connected with his sides and cheek
Everest went for the cheek
The scar
The one place I’d never be brave enough to touch It seeious
Then Fox stopped Dead still, he dropped his ar his body unprotected His lips moved, and Everest froze
My feetto be closer, needing to hear I’d never been so wrapped up in a fight before Even though I deplored it--hated the waste of pain and stupid need for domination--I couldn’t look away
"You want to knocktry it" Fox’s voice sounded rough and angry Accented He sed certain words and accented others in a way thathis fists like clubs One struck Fox’s cheekbone, the other his gut But instead of curling over in pain and backing away, Fox did the opposite
He stood taller Squeezing his eyes, he seemed to drink the pain, feed off it
One moment he seemed utterly content, the next he tackled Everest, and they fell in a tangle of body parts to the ground Legs wrapped with legs; arms twisted with arms
In one sharp kick, he shattered Everest’s kneecap
Everest bellowed and bucked, squir like a child instead of a mountain of a man "Get off me, you bastard!" Genuine terror laced his tone
In a blink, Fox sla his nose before kicking hirip, he slowly throttled hi disappeared fro I’d been victi and one broken, he scrabbled He tried to dislodge Fox’s arht an already lost battle Fox used his momentum to jerk Everest’s left arm behind his back
The crowd chanted as Fox leaned back, taking the limb with him
My heart pounded, sick to my stomach
"Crush him"
"Gut him"
Fox didn’t pay attention, only choked his opponent harder, all the while jerking his arroan as his shoulder dislocated, and he fell unconscious--a limp body on the floor
The ed the croith a nod Wiping the blood trickling from his nose, he frowned at a tear in his shirt
For the first tiht He’d rather ruin his clothing than fight shirtless