Chapter 10 Fist Flying
Taking out the whole gang of neanderthals except for the leader of the band, holding one of the goons by his shirt as the man is knocked unconscious, gazing at the thug leader with his expression looking un fond of the games, Claga says, are you done with stalling with weaklings like this to fight me.
Silent for a spell as the burly leader thinks in his mind about the current situation and says, this guy seems to be bred from a certain cloth, but even still that he beat my boys. He won't treat me like that.
Out of his thoughts now as the burly leader expresses his thoughts out loud, don't think your the man just because you one upped my boys!
Here I come scumbag!
Dashing at Claga with anger seeping from him, releasing his grasp on the one goon he beat to he'll, speeding toward the angered bull size of a man with a joyful smile spread across his cheeks.
Claga states, FINALLY! LETS TOUCH FIST!!
Meeting each other as their fist slam together, from that clash, a wave of air pressure raddles some vendors.
Wasting no ounce of vigor, both men start slugging it out with no qualms, enjoying the adrenaline rush, Claga says as he swings with pure fulfillment, good your hanging in there for the moment! But let's test if your a true brawler once the notch is kicked up!
End of Chapter 10