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The successful warrior is the average man, with laser-like focus.

~Bruce Lee

Raphael

“Marcus.” I called as we wound up with our practice secession.

“Yes cap.” He answered turning to look at me.

“I need to speak to you after this.” I responded rather casually so as for him not to think it was a really big deal or something of the sort.

“About?” He frowned as our teammates turned to look at us.

“Nothing overly important.” I shrugged playing it cool.

“Alright sure.” He nodded and we went back to finishing the few plays we had to learn before the game that was happening a few weeks from now.

Upon freshening up and changing out of my gym clothes, I stepped into the locker room where Marcus was standing, it was only him and I, everyone else had left.

“You wan-”

Before he could finish his sentence I punched him square across the face, the impact was so intense he stumbled into one of the metal lockers.

“Fuck!” He cursed holding onto his cheek. “What the actual fuck Raphael!” He snapped eye