“David absent-mindedly intercepted it with his own hand and parried before jabbing, again. Blaine bemoaned the jab, as if he thought David could do better. “Come on, Boyscout. Your head isn’t in the game.”David shook his head, focusing his mind. “Sorry. I’m back. Come on. Hit me.” He recalibrated his stance and flawlessly deflected three more technical punches from his friend. It wasn’t but another minute before David’s eyes glazed over again and his movements became a repetition of parry, jab, ...parry, jab, step. Blaine noticed and intended to punish his friend for not focusing. Blaine swung a right cross at David’s face. David’s arms instinctively went up to block it, and Blaine’s left arm jabbed below David’s elbows. His fist caught David right in the kidney, but instead of stepping back and reeling from the shot, Blaine’s fist hit the metal of David’s oblique and bounced back. His own pain radiated through the thick, red practice glove. “Shit, David. Are you wearing a vest?”David abandoned his fighting stance and lifted his shirt, showing him that the only protection he had was the coat of muscle that surrounded him like armor.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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