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growled.
Mitch took one, long, exaggerated step.
Immediately, Luke struck out with a kick that would have knocked anyone else to their knees. But Mitch Vera wasn’t anyone else. He blocked it easily and returned it with a punch of his own that hit Luke’s jaw with a sickening crunch.
I muffled my scream by slapping my hands over my mouth.
Luke pulled back, grabbing at his jaw. He pushed it back into place with a wince.
“Do you really think you can beat me, Stone?” Mitch laughed. “Me? I’ve been fighting since before you were born. Before you were the greatest fighter in America, I was … and I still am. I just let you do my dirty work for me.”
He stalked forward, gaining on Luke.
“Do you really want to try to take me on Stone? Knowing all that?”
Luke threw out another punch, one that Mitch easily ducked. Mitch threw his own at Luke, and I was sure that it was going to bash his head in … but Luke ducked too. Mitch’s eyes grew wide as he recoiled and Luke stood up straight.
“Yes,” Luke growled.
Immediately, before Mitch could react, he threw out a kick that landed squarely in his master’s stomach. Mitch stumbled back, clutching at it, his eyes still wide. He stared at his fighter for a few moments.
Then he threw back his head and laughed.
“Well God damn it, Stone,” he chuckled. “Look at you, still fighting. Hm. And you’re good too. Maybe I might let you live and keep fighting for me.”
“I’ll never fight for you again.”
Mitch snorted.
“That’s what they all say. And yet they still do.”
He threw another punch, which Luke dodged and answered with his own kick. Mitch dodged that easily, and they continued to fight. Their movements were fierce and powerful, but also perfect and practiced.
It was like watching two dancers in a choreographed dance, but I knew it was far more serious than that. After all, dances usually didn’t end with one partner dead.
After a few minutes of endless blocks, kicks, and punches, Luke pulled back. His chest heaved as he desperately tried to catch his breath, and his face was splattered in blood. His tight muscles were glossed in sweat, and I saw the determination (and fear) in his eyes.
“Are you ready to give in?” asked Mitch lazily. He was just as battered, but he seemed to have an arrogant tint to his expression, as if he thought Luke would never seriously fight him.
“Never,” Luke whispered as he dove back in to fight him.
I watched them fight with wide eyes, feeling helpless. What could I do? There was no way in hell I could ever fight a monster like Mitch—even Luke, with his lifetime of experience, was struggling to keep up with him. My hands shook as I clasped them against my chest, trying to quell my thundering heart. I felt as if my world was falling to pieces around me.
After what seemed like ages, they parted again. Luke and Mitch began circling each other, their footsteps heavy but uneven. Luke seemed to have a limp, and Mitch was equally bruised and beaten. I watched a drop of blood run down Luke’s feet and choked. Mitch either didn’t see me or ignored me, keeping his eyes fixed on Luke as he stalked around him.
“Give up, Mitch,” Luke growled, his knuckles bleeding and his leg limping.
His eyes were still burning and fierce, as if he could fight for a million more years despite his obvious wounds and weaknesses.
I wanted to run over to him and embrace him, to wipe away the blood and sweat from his brow, but I knew I couldn’t do anything. Not now. This was between Luke and his old master. I had to keep way, if I knew what was good for me.
“You know you can’t beat me,” Luke continued, limping towards to him. “I’m the best fighter in this goddam country. Even with a fucked up leg and blood in my eyes, you still can’t lay a finger on me. Give up. There’s no way for you to win.”
“You know, I was once
Mitch took one, long, exaggerated step.
Immediately, Luke struck out with a kick that would have knocked anyone else to their knees. But Mitch Vera wasn’t anyone else. He blocked it easily and returned it with a punch of his own that hit Luke’s jaw with a sickening crunch.
I muffled my scream by slapping my hands over my mouth.
Luke pulled back, grabbing at his jaw. He pushed it back into place with a wince.
“Do you really think you can beat me, Stone?” Mitch laughed. “Me? I’ve been fighting since before you were born. Before you were the greatest fighter in America, I was … and I still am. I just let you do my dirty work for me.”
He stalked forward, gaining on Luke.
“Do you really want to try to take me on Stone? Knowing all that?”
Luke threw out another punch, one that Mitch easily ducked. Mitch threw his own at Luke, and I was sure that it was going to bash his head in … but Luke ducked too. Mitch’s eyes grew wide as he recoiled and Luke stood up straight.
“Yes,” Luke growled.
Immediately, before Mitch could react, he threw out a kick that landed squarely in his master’s stomach. Mitch stumbled back, clutching at it, his eyes still wide. He stared at his fighter for a few moments.
Then he threw back his head and laughed.
“Well God damn it, Stone,” he chuckled. “Look at you, still fighting. Hm. And you’re good too. Maybe I might let you live and keep fighting for me.”
“I’ll never fight for you again.”
Mitch snorted.
“That’s what they all say. And yet they still do.”
He threw another punch, which Luke dodged and answered with his own kick. Mitch dodged that easily, and they continued to fight. Their movements were fierce and powerful, but also perfect and practiced.
It was like watching two dancers in a choreographed dance, but I knew it was far more serious than that. After all, dances usually didn’t end with one partner dead.
After a few minutes of endless blocks, kicks, and punches, Luke pulled back. His chest heaved as he desperately tried to catch his breath, and his face was splattered in blood. His tight muscles were glossed in sweat, and I saw the determination (and fear) in his eyes.
“Are you ready to give in?” asked Mitch lazily. He was just as battered, but he seemed to have an arrogant tint to his expression, as if he thought Luke would never seriously fight him.
“Never,” Luke whispered as he dove back in to fight him.
I watched them fight with wide eyes, feeling helpless. What could I do? There was no way in hell I could ever fight a monster like Mitch—even Luke, with his lifetime of experience, was struggling to keep up with him. My hands shook as I clasped them against my chest, trying to quell my thundering heart. I felt as if my world was falling to pieces around me.
After what seemed like ages, they parted again. Luke and Mitch began circling each other, their footsteps heavy but uneven. Luke seemed to have a limp, and Mitch was equally bruised and beaten. I watched a drop of blood run down Luke’s feet and choked. Mitch either didn’t see me or ignored me, keeping his eyes fixed on Luke as he stalked around him.
“Give up, Mitch,” Luke growled, his knuckles bleeding and his leg limping.
His eyes were still burning and fierce, as if he could fight for a million more years despite his obvious wounds and weaknesses.
I wanted to run over to him and embrace him, to wipe away the blood and sweat from his brow, but I knew I couldn’t do anything. Not now. This was between Luke and his old master. I had to keep way, if I knew what was good for me.
“You know you can’t beat me,” Luke continued, limping towards to him. “I’m the best fighter in this goddam country. Even with a fucked up leg and blood in my eyes, you still can’t lay a finger on me. Give up. There’s no way for you to win.”
“You know, I was once
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