Zipper’s the world at large
09-09-2025, 06:36 AM
He was going down with him regardless, but the kick to the side of his leg expedited the drop, making it clumsy and painful as he landed awkwardly on his knee. Something definitely shifted in a way it wasn’t supposed to, but the pain wasn’t bad enough to stop him yet. He’d feel it later.
For now he focused on righting himself above the man and balling his fist in the front of his shirt. No skillful wrestling moves, no expert pins, just the muscle memory of too many reckless brawls to count. Just a balled fist, meeting a face he didn’t know.
For now he focused on righting himself above the man and balling his fist in the front of his shirt. No skillful wrestling moves, no expert pins, just the muscle memory of too many reckless brawls to count. Just a balled fist, meeting a face he didn’t know.
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