Hiza glared at him, he looked at his fists and his feet. The sound of wind blowing whistled through the ears of Hiza, and faster than an eye's blink, he ran towards the machop. His fists were clenched, ready for a swing, but the machop's hand appeared right in front of Hiza's fist, Machop caught that hand with ease, as if he wasn't even looking at Hiza. Was Hiza blind, or did he blink, because he never once saw that hand move.
The fist that held Hiza's hand put as much pressure as being under fifty feet of water. "Aaaah! Stop Billy!" Screamed Hiza, while his knees slowly becoming weaker, and weaker, bending down to the ground with every second.
Billy's smile, turned into a glare, as fast as his hand moves. "Don't you ever, swing at me like that, you hear me," Softly spoked Billy, as the sound of bones popping echoed through the houses around them.
Hiza was about to say yes, he won't ever swing again, he promises, but another voice erupted from the background before him. "Why don't you fight me!" Yelled a honedge.
Billy looked at the honedge, who already had his blade shining in the sun. "Do you know this kid, Clarence," said Billy. "No," muttered Clarence. Billy smiled, "Then why do you defend him, knowing you'll get your ass beat anyway."
Clarence glared at Billy, "Because I'm tired of seeing day in and day out, picking on this kid, because he's homeless, it is my chivalry that I do something about it!"
Billy's grip on Hiza softened, and soon, he let go. "if you think you can hurt me, then come get me."
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