I stand facing him, and shake my head slowly. I was never a fighter, or the fighting type. Anal sex The raw vitality coursing through his veins. Coming at me with a flurry of punches. I release the breathe I didn’t know I was holding and look down at my fists still clenched tight, my hands are slightly shaking. Like. . …like I photocopied it. He tries to come at me again, but can’t seem to fully stand erect due to the amount of pain from his midsection. And I realize that I need to decide what to do quickly, or that mac-truck of a fist will make my face it’s new parking space. And in that split second of making contact with him, the raw energy in his energy signature gets imprinted in mine. I guess I wasn’t really thinking”. I can still feel the raw energy coursing through my entire being. I see His massive fist Hurtling towards me, but not with the normal regular speed I expected.
