Corrupted by Matt Rogers

Author:Matt Rogers [Rogers, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B071DH37TY
Published: 2017-04-25T00:00:00+00:00

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King sized the guy up as he approached.

He was shorter — probably just under six foot, if he had to guess — but built like a tank. Muscles bulged under the cold-weather gear. The man’s face was mostly covered by a balaclava stretched over his nose and mouth. His eyes were hard and cruel.

King saw the first blow coming from a mile away. The thug sprinted up to him and swung a wild haymaker with everything he had. If it connected, it would knock King dead — or at the very least caused massive neurological damage.

The guy had experience, for sure. Not many people could throw a punch like that.

But it was sloppy. King assumed the extent of the man’s training had been exacted on stationary heavy-bags.

King jerked back a few inches — a risky manoeuvre, all things considered. He needed to be in range for what came next. The haymaker sliced through empty space, horrendously close to his chin. He heard the air whistling away from the missed punch.

He dropped low — now only a foot away from the guy — and threw a savage uppercut, electing to sacrifice accuracy for power due to the proximity. His fist smashed into the guy’s ribcage hard enough to break bones.

A devastating shot.

The guy backed up a step, which was where King made a mistake. He didn’t follow up with another blow immediately. He hesitated, trying to work out exactly how much damage the uppercut had dealt.

Not enough.

The guy ignored the pain that would no doubt be burning through his torso and twisted at the waist, again putting maximum effort into a strike.

This time, it was a scything roundhouse kick, aimed at King’s stomach.

This time, it connected.

King felt the burly shin crunch into his abdomen almost before he saw the kick coming. It had years of martial arts training behind it. The guy had utilised the opportunity to its fullest.

Agony flared through his stomach. The pain was so intense that for a brief instant he felt his legs buckle. His body threatened to collapse into the snow, which would line him up perfectly for another kick to the side of the head.

That would put him out for good.

Mentally, he battled tooth and nail for control of his motor functions. As soon as he found them, he exploded into action. He knew he only had a few seconds of life-and-death adrenalin before the pain caught up to him.

He snatched a handful of the guy’s khaki jacket and tugged him into range. With his other hand, he jabbed a straight right into his face. He’d thrown the punch with half his usual power, but he knew the importance of accuracy when it was needed.

He felt the guy’s septum shatter under the punch.

With the same arm, he smashed an elbow across the guy’s jaw. A sharp crack echoed off the nearest trees. Something was broken — indiscernible exactly what in the chaos, but it signified damage dealt.

Stunned by the two blows, the guy stumbled.

King darted out of range, taking a half-step back to line up for the final blow.

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