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“Stop,” I manage to say, proving my jaw isn’t broken. “I just want to talk.”
As I speak, I block a full-fledged roundhouse kick with my elbow. Caleb aimed the kick at my head. Had it landed, it would’ve knocked me out. Instead, as my arm meets his foot, I hear a cracking-like thud. The pain from my jaw suddenly feels like child’s play. My jaw might be fine, but my elbow is definitively broken.
“No offense, kid, but this time, I will kill you,” he says, and I’m forced to block a hit to my chest with that same broken elbow. The pain makes me see stars. Still, I get a good punch in, my right hand connecting with his ear.
“Nice one,” he says. “So you did learn something.” He goes to strike me with his right elbow, but I duck under the attack. “Like I was trying to say, it’s not personal
