His Choice Wasn't Me
Inside, Victor was eating dinner, his back to the entrance, completely unaware.
The fight that erupted was brutal.
Victor was stronger than Spider expected; faster too, with reflexes honed by street violence but Spider was disciplined. Trained in methods Victor couldn't imagine. Ruthless when necessary.
They crashed into furniture, sending plates shattering across the floor, fists colliding with sickening thuds. Victor landed a solid blow directly to Spider's injured shoulder, drawing a sharp grunt of pain.
Spider didn't slow. The pain became fuel.
Minutes later, Victor lay unconscious on the floor, blood trickling from his temple.