Zipper’s the world at large

His fist connected with hard bone, knocked away by a swift arm that sent a ripple of pain across his knuckles. Before he could close the gap between his arm and body, the other man’s fist was finding home between his ribs. Patrick grunted at the sharp impact, body recalling the pain like an old friend. It hurt, but the adrenaline shot through his veins in a satisfying wave.

Patrick stepped in close, brought his fist back up vertically, aiming for the side of his opponent’s head. He’d said he wasn’t holding back, so Pat wouldn’t either.

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