He kept on kicking me and hitting me until eventually the crowd stopped cheering and just stared at us in shock. But finally—finally, I got a hold of him, and held him in place with a swift punch into his stomach, as he let out a small grunt of pain. "You don't want to fight anymore?" He asked me, breathing heavily from the pain he felt.
"No," I said quietly as he stood there staring at me. And then he did something completely unexpected and slapped me across the face with all his might. I felt as if the wind just ripped away my skin, but that didn't stop me a bit, as I grabbed his wrist with one hand, while pushing him away with the other.
The crowd roared with applause and cheers as he began to laugh loudly. I then pushed him into one of the lockers, but he tried to push against me, as he broke free of my grip. We then both turned our backs against each other and started to fight.
