Vol 1: Part 10

Never trust a man whose counting, someone that doesn't pose, or just don't trust anyone usually that avoids a lot of physical, and emotional pain. In a fight I've found that if your not being paid get in as quickly as you can drop the guy then move on. I still remember the broken bones I got from showboating in a couple fights.

My fist connected with the guys chin. The uppercut was perfect clean, crisp, and most importantly the guy was out of the fight as he stumbled to the ground in shock.

"All for one, and one for all right?" I smirked as I raised my fists. My numbed throbbing knuckles demanding more. They looked at each other four of them against one, pretty good odds right?

Now this is a set up for a fight. I thought, as I watch them trying to decide. Come on I goaded them in my mind as my stomach compressed itself in anticipation. Fight me! Fight me they did.

Brave or foolish the next guy stepped up to the plate, more cautious this time fists raised. Alert. My blood was screaming for more, more violence, more destruction, let them fear you as you grind their lives into dust.

I let fly a quick jab, a probe on the opponents defenses, and he showed he was an amateur as he blocked his face with both of his arms. Might have been good in the ring, but it was the wrong move in this fight, and I wasn't going to play nice today, so I corrected the errors of his way by viciously swinging my foot into his groin leaving him groaning on the floor.

I stood there heaving slightly as the adrenaline pumped through me. I stamped on the boys throat. "Who's next!?" I shouted at the remaining three who had started to surround me.

The only answer I got to my rhetorical question were three war cries as they each charged from different directions. I started to rush towards the two charging me from head on.

We collided in a flurry of fists. I managed to barrel into one of them push him against a wall as I smashes his face with my fists. They weren't elegant, but they were brutally effective as he stood there dazed.

Looking over at the guy who was coming behind me I let fly a quick kick, catching him in the solar flexes. He stood there winded as I threw the guy I was holding to the floor.

Ah shit the third one. Was what went through my mind as I was the one shoved into the wall my face crushed against the coarse brick. Turning around a punch smashed into the side of my face.

The world spun.

I pushed the arm that tried to hold me aside shaking my head. Tensing my abdomen as a punch flew towards it. I've been told that a person who can dodge a violent confrontation is a master of life. A person that can avoid a punch is a master of combat, but a person who can take a punch is a master of pain.

That's what you want isn't it? Is that why you fight? To be a master of pain both in your body, and your heart. I grabbed the opponents hand that lingered too long, pulling his arm towards me dragging him closer. Then with a roar I struck with an elbow to his temple.

Pins, and needles ran up my arm as the last one started to run. Letting him be I walked over to the first person I knocked down. Wiping the blood that ran out of my mouth I started to kick his mouth in. I stopped after a few teeth flew out rattling as they landed on the pavement.

Taking a deep breathe as the adrenaline receded, and pain returned I turned to the man trying to crawl away, the original victim of this debacle. "Zaneesh, old buddy where are you going?" I called out as he struggled to crawl faster.