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Chapter 29
Eric
Undisclosed Location
Combat Royale – PhaseIII
Life had come full circle.
When Sarah was at the Guild Academy, I spent many nights with her, pretending we were on some grandiose date to make her forget the nightmare that was her life.
I knew things were bad even though my girl said nothing, and promised myself I would one day kill the fucker standing before me for what he did to her.
And now, here we were.
Before you start on me, let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t volunteer to fight because of some misplaced pride.
My girl was one badass fighter, and I’d have gladly stood back and watched her go head-to-head with this brute if she hadn’t been injured.
But she was.
And it was now up to me to seek justice for her.
“You’re going to die, Winslow. She will be mine. She has always been mine.”
I ignored the Butcher and finished taping my fingers for the upcoming fight. The guards had taken away my shield when Hayes screamed he was going to kill me with his bare hands.
I didn’t care, as long as I got to finish him at the end of this.
Fighters react differently when they go into battle. Some will be wired to hell and back; others got so nervous, they struggle with their focus.
Me? I harnessed the nervous electricity being thrown around in my brain and got charged. It made me stronger, more determined. It also made it easier to take the punches.
Hayes walked around nervously while we waited for the organizers to hit on the gong. He was so wired and pumped, I had a feeling he took something, so I’d better watch my back.
I stared at the crowd as they impatiently waited for the main event to begin.
Fifteen minutes later, the emcee walked into the arena, and the crowd roared their frenzy.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment you’ve all been waiting for!”
The camera zoomed in on my face, only to project it on the giant screen.
“Introducing the contender to the throne. He stands 6′5″ and 250lbs. with a confirmed kill of one. Presenting an enemy to the American Guild, Commander Eric Winslow of the New World Order.”
When the man finished, spectators booed and threw garbage at me, while I remained focused.
“His opponent stands 6′2″ and weighs 205lbs. He has a confirmed kill of 275, our very own Guild warrior, the Irish Butcher!!!!”
The two of us stared at each other while we waited for the man to leave. Then someone hit the gong, and it was showtime.
We circled each other with our hands in a defensive position, trying to find an opening.
The Irish Butcher attacked first with a right overhand, which I blocked with my left forearm, followed by a punch to his rib that made him groan.
Before I could land another one, however, he tried to kick me away. I caught the fucker’s kick and sledgehammered the inside of his leg until he punched my face and freed himself from my hold.
While the blond man walked off the numbness, I spat the blood in my mouth and rubbed away the pain in my jaw.
