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(Page 3 of 8) Crystals- Chapter One: Nadroj by Benjamin Hampton
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But why would they?
A measly thief.
He wore clothes that were never completely clean, and had pockets everywhere for his stolen goods. His boots were battered and torn, and he let his hair grow out to cover his face so he could be as unidentifiable as possible.
The Skoorbian spit at Toner, hitting him directly in the eye.
He wasn't expecting any resistance at all, and thanks to his spitting, Toner was furious.
Still holding his broken right—and power—wrist, the Skoorbian swung his fist towards Toner's face. He apparently didn't think that Toner would be able to move.
He was wrong.
Toner swung out of the way, pushing his left hand against the ground and pivoting his body to the other side of the Skoorbian's. The Skoorbian missed, lost balance, and released Toner. Toner took his left elbow and smashed it against the Skoorbian's kneecap as hard as he could, and heard a gratifying pop.
A cry of pained rage came, and a gasp from the small crowd. The Skoorbian fell to the ground, but swung his arm as he did. He hit Toner's ear, knocking him back. Toner stood, blood trickling down his face, and looked towards the Skoorbian, who was pushing himself up with both hands.
"Why you..." the rich man was speaking, and then he lunged towards Toner. It was a golden opportunity for Toner.
The rich man charged forward and Toner raised his right hand in a weak attempt at a punch. The rich man dudged easily, but in doing so he shoved his own face into Toner's left-handed uppercut. A loud crack was heard, and the man instantly fell to the ground with a thump and then he was completely motionless. Toner's left hand was in pain now as well, and it was bleeding, but he could still use it.
The Skoorbian walked forward slowly, both fists raised. "You should have known better than to anger a Warrior Skoorbian." Now, the Skoorbian had the rage factor working in his favor.
The Skoorbian were feared for a reason.
He punched towards Toner's face, and Toner raised his left hand to try and block the punch. He didn't stop it or even slow it down, but he did redirect it. The punch nicked Toner's chin and was pushed away, which hurt badly, but not as much as a direct hit in the face would have.
With a grunt, the Skoorbian stomped his foot on Toner's. Toner yelped, and the Skoorbian moved close, pulled his arm back and punched with the kind of force that hardly seemed possible. Toner had no hope of moving at all, let alone blocking it.
A crunching noise came before anything else, but then the pain came swiftly, and in large quantities. His cheek was nothing but pain, and inside his mouth Toner felt a pool of blood with a few teeth taking a swim in it. He couldn't go down, not like this.
Toner pushed off his front leg and used the momentum to go back a few feet just as the Skoorbian swung again. He missed and Toner ducked and punched at his enemy's stomach. The shots were blocked by a forearm, and the Skoorbian pulled his arm back once more. He hit Toner again, in the same spot, and the pain was mind-numbing.
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