Chapter 4: Control
Charles stood still, eyeing the two guys in front of him until a low chuckle slipped out, catching them both off guard.
The tall one, with the scar, frowned, confused.
"What's so funny, moron?" he growled, while the shorter one clenched his fists, clearly annoyed.
'I'm not letting you two beat me,' Charles thought, a grin spreading across his face that he couldn't hold back.
He was a gamer, after all. In video games, he always chased the win, no matter the odds.
These two were just generic grunts, and he wasn't about to back down like Rian had so many times.
The tall guy spat on the ground.
"Getting cocky now, huh, trash? We'll knock that attitude right out of you!"
Without warning, he threw a punch straight at Charles's face.
On instinct, Charles dodged to the side with a quick step, even though it was his first real fight ever.
The fist grazed his cheek, the air whistling with a soft "Whooosh!"