see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
You mirror the guard position that the other man assumes, raising your arms to protect your face as the customary dudes about to do a fight circling begins. You don't know his name or his race or his religion, but none of that matters because this isn't about who you are outside the ring. It's about testosterone and based on facial hair alone you are more than winning that battle.
You'll remind yourself of that, if he beats you into a pulp.
You step forward with a sharp jab outward, more practice than anything else, your right fist swinging towards his face. Testing the water, as it were. You're quick to retreat, knees bent and feet moving with surprising grace. Which isn't to say that you're graceful, you're definitely more solid than liquid, but for an old dude you have one or two moves.
Hopefully he doesn't exhaust those, because after that you're fucked.
You'll remind yourself of that, if he beats you into a pulp.
You step forward with a sharp jab outward, more practice than anything else, your right fist swinging towards his face. Testing the water, as it were. You're quick to retreat, knees bent and feet moving with surprising grace. Which isn't to say that you're graceful, you're definitely more solid than liquid, but for an old dude you have one or two moves.
Hopefully he doesn't exhaust those, because after that you're fucked.
ZEPHYR
