I shifted my stance, adopting a combat-ready posture. I could feel the familiar adrenaline coursing through my veins. “Let’s make this quick. I have a daughter to see.”
Dustin came first, arrogance leading the charge. He swung wildly, underestimating me. I sidestepped easily, using his momentum against him to send him crashing into a nearby weight bench. His friends hesitated, glancing at each other, uncertainty creeping in.
I caught the eye of the coach, who was no longer laughing. He motioned for the others to go in. The first one lunged, a big guy with more muscle than sense. I pivoted, delivering a precise strike to his solar plexus. He doubled over, gasping for air.
