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Seraphina’s POV 1

The canvas was wet with my blood.

I could taste it. Copper and salt flooding my mouth. Every breath sent fire through my cracked ribs.

He was standing over me. Grinning. Waiting for me to stay down.

*Fuck him.*

The thought exploded through my brain with crystalline clarity.

*Fuck him. Fuck this. Fuck everything.*

I wasn’t dying here.

Not for him. Not for this crowd. Not for anyone.

He came at me.

And I moved.


Not away. Not defense. Not survival.

Attack.

My body moved before my brain caught up. Pure instinct. Pure rage.

His fist swung toward my face.

I dropped low. Felt the air whistle over my head.

Then I exploded upward.

My fist drove into his chin with everything I had left. The impact traveled up my arm like an electric shock. Knuckles meeting bone with

a crack that echoed through the warehouse.

His head snapped back. Blood sprayed from his mouth–bright red droplets catching the overhead lights.

The crowd roared. I didn’t hear them.

I hit him again.

Ribs. Same spot I’d been aiming for all fight. Felt something give way under my glove. Cartilage maybe. Or bone.

He grunted. Doubled over.


My knee came up. Found his face.

The crunch was sickening. Beautiful. His nose exploded in a fountain of red.

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He staggered backward. Both hands flying to his face. Blood pouring between his fingers.

*Not enough.”

Three years of pain. Three years of breaking apart in silence.

*Not. Fucking. Enough.*

I went after him.

exposed ribs. Once. Twice. Three

to cover up. Too

My glove connected so hard I felt


this time. Spraying across the white canvas in an

referee was shouting something. I didn’t

heard was my own breathing. Harsh. Ragged.

my heart. Pounding

*More.*

into his temple. He went sideways. Caught

didn’t let

Body

head rocked

everywhere now. His nose. His mouth. A cut above his eye pouring red

Desperate. His fist

me. My cracked

I didn’t care.

plexus. All the air

who can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do

*Good.*

closer. Too close for him

And I unleashed hell.

hook to the liver. Right cross to the jaw. Elbow

breaks between hits. No breathing

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Raw. Brutal. Relentless.

hold

my knee into his thigh. Dead leg shot. His leg

his face onto the canvas. Making dark pools that spread like spilled

was between us now. Pushing me back.

The referee’s voice

nodded. Spat blood. Struggled to his

*Wrong answer.*

referee waved

charged. One last desperate

sidestepped. Easy.

in the kidney

sound–high and broken and

I hit him

body locked up. That particular kind of pain

He fell.

stumble. Not

A fall.

hit the canvas first.

Blood pooling

Not moving.

referee dropped beside him.

“One!”

Swaying. My whole

“Two!”

chin. Mine. His. I couldn’t tell

“Three!”

Even through the gloves, I could see them

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“Four!”

Dark splotches everywhere. A massacre scene.

“Five!”

going soft around the

“Six!”

my face. More blood?

Both.

Definitely both.

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