My Luna? Never!
Brooks' POV
I stepped back, balancing my weight on my left foot, and threw my right fist out in a curved punch at his face. Turning ninety degrees to the side, he brought his right forearm up to counter the blow, formed a fist with his left, and threw it at my outstretched jaw.
I was in trouble and charged. He threw up his forearms like an offensive lineman blocking a defensive back, but I slipped to the side, pushed his elbow down and away, caught his head, and rolled him into the floor.
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