“His hips snaked as he whipped his head away and heard the whistle of Barron’s punch as it sailed past his head, and then he countered with a short and nasty extended-knuckle jab to Barron’s groin. The breath came out of Barron in a whoosh. For a second he was almost bent double and his eyeballs rolled upwards. ‘Strike one!’ called Colin with a short round of applause. The twins chuckled. Tremain stood with his arms folded, impassive. Barron squeezed his eyes shut, trying to dismiss the pain. Shelley feigned being off-balance, knowing he could have stepped forward and followed up the jab with a closing punch, but not wanting to make his victory too quick. He needed to best Barron, but not easily enough to raise the Quarry men’s suspicions. Barron drew himself up, raising his fists in a boxer stance. Shelley took up position, Krav Maga style, doing it for Tremain’s benefit. ‘Watch it, Barron,’ jeered Colin, ‘he’s about to get all Bruce Lee on you.’ With a shout Barron lumbered forward a...nd Shelley decided to finish him.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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