Charles was on high alert, his eyes locked on Zev Korran.
The pain from earlier blows throbbed in his face and stomach, but he gritted his teeth and kept his guard up.
Zev, his purple hair swaying slightly, moved with that infuriating fluidity, circling him like a predator.
Charles tried to anticipate the next attack, jerking his head to dodge a punch he saw coming.
Bam!
The blow landed on his cheek despite his attempt to evade it.
Charles staggered back, blinking in confusion.
'Shit!' he thought, feeling the sting on his skin. 'How'd he do that?'
Before he could recover, another punch slammed into his jaw.
Bam!
And then one to his cheekbone.
Bam!
Frustration surged in Charles.
Desperate, he threw a kick at Zev's stomach, hoping to land something, anything.
But Zev, with inhuman speed, caught his leg with both hands and yanked hard, trying to bend Charles's knee.
Charles grunted, flexing his leg to resist, and seized the moment to throw a punch straight at Zev's face.
