But to Bobby's astonishment, Richmond remained rooted to the spot.
His eyes, once filled with mocking amusement, now burned with an otherworldly intensity, their color was as red as crimson that seemed to pulse with an unnatural light.
Bobby's alarm was palpable as he recoiled from the unexpected sight, his bravado faltering in Richmond's unyielding presence.
A cold shiver snaked its way down his spine as he beheld Richmond's gaze, a primal instinct warning him of the danger that lurked within.
Richmond's chuckle cut through the tension like a knife, its dark timbre sending a chill racing down Bobby's spine.
Richmond chuckled darkly, "Let see who wins, shall we?" He punched Bobby squarely in the stomach. The blow was so powerful, Bobby held his stomach as he fell to his knees, groaning in pain, blood spewed from his lips.
Each blow from Richmond felt like a sledgehammer, crushing bones.
