He types slowly on the keyboard, easing his battered hands onto its smooth surface.
He stops, and remembers.
"Thud!" A fist collided with his chest, leaving a quickly fading imprint in his skin.
"Crack!" Another punch, this time his own, impacts the side of his opponent's skull.
The sounds of the fight echo throughout the room. A faceless mob surrounds them, remaining silent but urging the pair on. They stare on.
"Thump!" the body of his opponent lands on the floor, flat, unmoving, breathless.
He steps over the slowly recovering form, "Who's next!" His voice booms, more an accusation than a question, challenging anyone who dares. The next person walks up, and it begins again. "Smack!"…"Thud!".."Crack!"
the sound echoed through the crowd. It was not often that two fists would meet in such a manner. The newcomer paused, a look of shock on his face. His opponent did not. Soon after a second body joine