[Warning: Graphic Scene Ahead. Not Too intense].
I spread my arms wide. "What do you think?"
He took another step back, eyes darting left and right, calculating. He was clearly looking for an escape.
I grinned. "Go on. Run."
His jaw clenched. He was weighing his options, deciding whether to fight or flee. But he made one mistake… he thought he had a choice.
I moved before he could even blink.
I landed a thudding punch on his jaw, sending him stumbling back. He spat blood onto the ground, anger overtaking him.
"You think you can take me on?" he snarled, rolling his shoulders. "You think just because you're suddenly healed, you're stronger than me?"
Was that a challenge? Was this pussy man challenging the great and magnificent Daddy Luis?!
I laughed icily. "Oh, Ernesto. I don't think. I know."
With that, he pounced on me.
Faster than I expected. Stronger than most. But not strong enough.
