Captive To The Mafia Lord
Marcus said, moving towards me, throwing a right hand and I managed to duck, his hand swooshing over me and I punched.
The punch caught him square in the gut and he doubled over, then he slowly straightened and came at me with everything he had.
He didn't even have time to even think. I moved away from his line of sight, using his height against me and I swept him off his feet.
“You're catching on quickly,” he was back on his feet. “Again.”
He threw it a fourth time and I slipped it completely, no contact, and landed two shots to his ribs that made him adjust his stance and that, right there, was the first time in two hours I felt like I was in the same category as the thing I was fighting.
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