Thiis faceless man, stands in front, he wont budge, covered in blood, hands scuffed but he keeps them up. swings, following me step by step, in my head every move i tread could be a threat, play it safe its not a race, keep my pace, shift of bodyweight, ill wait for him to make a mistake, wing it n fling my lucky knuckles, his legs buckled, perfectly placed hit to the face.. staggered back, give me some space but we are encased, enraged forced to engage in this battle, studded walls, random tools, there to maul each other till we fall.. only one survivor, may stand tall..
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