"What was that, loser?" Louis asked cheekily and took a step forward.
Jael winced, feeling his blood boil. There was no doubt about it. He had lost this fight. However, he had no plans to end it without landing a single blow on Louis. He would never hear the end of it.
Not that that was any reason to be concerned about that; it wasn't like anything would come out of this fight. However, his pride was at stake, and he wanted to redeem it by all means.
"I said maybe," he replied.
"Maybe, is not a good enough answer. I can give you another round of punches just to make your choice much easier. Maybe I'll aim for your head; if I shake your brain around, you'll start to think properly."
He stopped in front of Jael and bent his frame, hovering over Jael, who was still on the ground with blood pouring out his lips and a swollen cheek.
