COMBAT KING

   “ wait… you’re serious? you want me to? ” he’s uneasy, but– for some reason– a bit excited. it’s not every day you get to smack someone at full force, and he was never one to turn down a challenge. he winds back a punch, but then, suddenly, is hit with doubt, as his arm still lingers in the air, just a few inches from Zell’s face. “ – hold on! I don’t wanna punch you! you’re gonna kill me! ”

“Do I look like I’m not serious?” Zell grabs his goggles, pulling them down so they rest loosely around his neck and he simply stands there without a flinch, waiting for the blow - cause it looked like Teets was really about to do it. Then he stops.

“Aw, come on!” It’s not every-day you can get clocked by someone that isn’t a fiend trying to bite your leg off and that can pack a serious blow. “Tell you what. You can knock me out cold, one shot to the jaw; I won’t do shit. But if I’m still awake. Your face is going to have an intimate relationship with my armpit. Better make it count, bruth’a~”