Chapter 104: Lucinda, The Harbinger of Death
The moment the horn sounded, it was like a switch was flipped inside the guy in front of me.
He might have been begging me not to hurt him before, but now he was looking at me with a mindless rage that I had only seen on Père’s face a few times.
This man wanted to kill me, and he wouldn’t accept anything less.
Well, good for him.
He lunged forward like some sort of cartoon character, his right hand already cocked back in a fist. Not trying to disguise his attack, I scoffed at him. He was aiming at least three inches above my head. There was no way that fist was going to do any damage.
It turned out I was wrong.
With my new height, my opponent sent me flying back into the sands of the pit, the cartilage of my nose making a sickening, crunching sound. Blood poured free from my now broken nose as I shook my head.
Wiping my nose with my long sleeve shirt, I cocked my head to the side.
This was fucking bullshit.
I was going to have strong words with the doctor when I got out of the pit. Being tall was complete bullshit! That would teach me to try to change who I was, just to impress some guys that I might never see again.
But before I could correct my mistake, I was going to have to deal with the current situation.