The only choice he had was to move back slowly, baiting and kiting the lady's attacks so she did not catch his retreat.
A back-and-forth dance betting his survival and his skills to entertain a drunken fool on his way back. He was not sure of his well-being if the fight lasted for too long.
"You are one tenacious punk. I will enjoy breaking you." Her garnet eyes were filled with fury and hatred.
She was filled with spite and rage now. Not only did he break her bottle, but also damaged her clothes, twice. The transgression was too much in her eyes.
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A minute and a half had passed, but Ellianor felt that the latter half would pass too slowly for his liking. To prove him right, the drunk lady moved faster than before.
She almost vanished from his vision. Her punch landed on his stomach. The wet sound of flesh being punched and pressed by a great force was heard.
