Hunter noticed that Yakob was not fighting like he was meant to. In fact, the spiky-headed man was making no effort to hit him, neither was he making an effort to dodge the blows coming at him. Hunter's eyes narrowed in confusion and he finally stopped hitting his cousin.
"Why aren't you fighting?" He gripped the man by the collar.
"I don't wanna fight with you anymore, Hunter," Yakob smirked, his nose bleeding from the punch Hunter had thrown at his face. There was blood trickling by the side of his face too.
"Why?" Hunter yelled, his grip on his cousin's shoulder tightening.
"I don't want to."
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"I'm not, Lil cousin." Yakob coughed and Hunter frowned darkly.
"Fight me, Yakob. You should fight me. You've been doing that for most of your life so don't
