The first man's face darkened. That word "ferocious" was supposed to make him sound strong, not like a wild beast. But now everyone was laughing. And that little thread of self control he had left? It snapped.
He charged forward with a shout, fists clenched, ready to start a fight.
In less than two seconds, a punch flew through the air and landed squarely on the second man's head.
Gasps erupted around them.
The taller man staggered back, stunned by the blow, but only for a moment. He quickly recovered and launched a counterattack, fists swinging.
The crowd that had gathered was a mix of reactions. The younger, more immature ones cheered excitedly, hoping for a full on street brawl.
But the older, more responsible ones frowned in disappointment. A few even stepped forward, trying to pull the men apart.
"What on earth are you two doing?!" someone shouted.
Just then, a loud, authoritative voice cut through the tension.
