Wednesday, May 22, 2013

100 Words a Day 277

Steve shoved the other man, who stumbled back, his footing made slippery by the numerous beers he had consumed. Almost as if on cue, the stranger pulled back his right fist.

It was almost too easy, Steve thought to himself as he stepped out with his left foot.

The drunkard’s fist traveled unerringly towards where Steve had been, striking only air.

In response, Steve smashed his forearm into the other man’s triceps while his fist struck him in the side of the head. He used his other fist to strike him in the ribs while kicking him in the knee.

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