A Mafia, Once Again
People cheered around the ring as a small girl was constantly being beaten up by a huge man whose arms were thrice the size of her thigh. Blood splurted everywhere as the girl flew from all across the ring. The people chanted the fighter's name as they took indulgence to see the girl being beaten to a pulp. The fighter laughed maniacally, throwing blow after blow against her stomach and skull.

If she were any kid, she would've died at the moment he punched her head. If she was some little girl who knew nothing about fighting— her neck would've been twisted past Sunday, and she would've laid on the floor lifeless.

But then again, she was special.

All of a sudden, the fighter saw a faint glimmer of death in her eyes as if something flashed something uncanny between his sight. A face of a girl who wanted to skin him alive.

"What the fuck are you looking at, hm?" he pushed her around, and the young girl just allowed him to. She was but a leaf, so light and really crum
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