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What is a few punches? As I turn the corner, I see her, shining bright like the sun, with Bree beside her. Her cheeks are flushed, and she seems the happiest. Dominic and his dogs have also seen her. I watch with unease as he walks towards her. She doesn’t see him coming. He grins and slams her hard against the locker. Heat flushes through me, and I see red. That fucking asshole. I don’t think. I just lunge, but I’m held back by Sebastian.

Damian raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Now this is a bit better." He didn't try to dodge or retreat. Instead, he threw a punch of his own, choosing the most direct response to Boaz's forceful strike. A booming sound rang out as their fists slammed into each other, triggering ripples in the air. Boaz lost his footing and stumbled back three steps. An agonizing pain shot through his fist, and his entire arm went numb. It felt as though he couldn't even lift it anymore.

"Doen't. Goe. Near. Her. Again!" I felt a punch land on my chest, knocking me back. I hit the pavement with a grunt, and felt another fist land on my face. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Jacob shouted, raising another fist. I dodged his blow and brought my knee to his gut. He doubled over as my knee made contact with his center, coughing and gasping for air. He quickly recovered, bringing a punch to my own stomach. I grunted from the impact as Jacob pounced on me. I quickly rolled over and landed another punch to his face. I felt a crack under my fist, but I didn't give a fuck. I threw another punch, and another, and another, another.

Emotionless even, with some looking displeased. “So…” Rebecca suddenly heard, raising more disbelief from her. “I take this to mean you want out, don’t you?” Upon taking a better look, Rebecca noticed Christian did not look fazed by the punch at all. She was not the only one shocked by this, as Boner was also in disbelief to see his punch not affect the teen as he had assumed. Before he could even pull his fist back, Christian grabbed his wrist in a vice grip- surprising the older man with his grip strength- and slammed him down to the floor. While Boner was feeling a bit dazed from the slam, Christian was far from done, as he slammed his other hand down on his face, clutching it.

********************************************** *PUNCH* Motherfucking! *PUNCH* Arrogant! *PUNCH* Self-absorbed! *PUNCH* Italian! *PUNCH* Prick! *PUNCH* Sweat ran down my face as my fist continued to make contact with the punching bag. It continued like this for another 30 minutes before I yelled out in frustration and roundhouse kicked the bag harder than necessary, causing it to break the chain connecting it to the ceiling and split in half on the gym floor. One freaking month. Thirty goddamned days!!! That’s how long it’s been since the little excursion with Ace in the basement. My fists clenched at the memory:

This particular punch carries air as it moves! It's one terrifying punch that if it lands on Mr. Wilson's head, his head will be blown apart. Even a little piece of it wouldn't be found! "He is truly bent on killing me!" Mr. Wilson's heart flies into his belly as he sees Lucien's terrifying punch nearing him. Before he can know it, he wets his pants and breaks in a cold sweat, big beads of sweat drizzling down his body. "What do I do? What do I do?" He mumbles under his breath. "Wait! I'll do it!" Suddenly, he yells.

I heard a faint cracking sound as his knuckles connected to the wall. His punch retracted right after it hit the wall and his face grimaced in pain. He hugged his forearm from the immense pain, it was clear in his face, scowling. His two buddies started to move towards me and the nearest one with almost the same form as Alex, tried to deliver a haymaker, a typical attack from untrained individuals. But he was not aiming at my gut but to my face. I tilted my head to the side and his punch went past my cheek. I felt the air carried by his punch. It did not hit the wall but only air. I took a few steps back, tried to create significant distance. I was out of his reach momentarily but he pursued

I prepared a punch for him and as soon as he spun me around, I made sure I hit him square in the jaw. He groaned out in pain a bit then began to smile. "Be my soulmate?" He said with a glint that I could I ly describe as maniacal in his eyes. "You are… creepy." I said with furrowed brows. Whose response to a punch was 'Be my soulmate'? "Don't ever pull me like that again or next time you'll be on the fucking floor." With that I walked away. "What is she, some kind of MMA fighter?" I heard him groan in pain as I stalked off.