No, Ema said in her thought. I have seen worse, and I have survived it all. This won't be an exception. I will die perhaps one day, but not in the hands of my friend. Death is not an accident; it is an appointment. I must not die today. I must save myself. I must save my friend. I must save the world. I am a conqueror.
Biting her under lips to gulp the ire that was trying to surface, she opened her eyes. Jeff's fist was burning with strength, and the aura that was emanating from them sent more terror down her spine. The cries of the crowd and everything around stood still as she watched the fist which was meters away from her face and was approaching fast. An impact with those knuckles could crash any jaw, no matter the structure or the rigidity.
