ETAN
When he saw the blood on his fingertips, rage flowed out of his chest and heated his veins. "You will regret that, sir," he muttered through his teeth. The man grinned, and Etan returned the smile.
And then he unleashed.
As he cleared his mind and focused only on the tiny areas of open skin and vulnerable spots, he could vaguely hear Borsche calling him from the sidelines, pleading with him to forfeit the fight, but he ignored him.
He would fight, and he might even lose. But he would not surrender to these people, these despicable cheaters.
