Isaac stood up.
He didn't let go of Harrison's wrist. He pulled Harrison forward, then slammed him backward. Harrison's body hit the chairs behind him. Metal legs scraped the floor. People in those seats scrambled out of the way.
Harrison grunted. His head snapped back against a chair arm. He didn't fight back. He just lay there, dazed, his eyes wide.
Isaac swung.
His fist connected with Harrison's jaw. A loud crack echoed through the theater. Someone screamed. Harrison's head whipped to the side.
Isaac pulled back and swung again. This time Harrison's nose. Blood sprayed across his face and down his chin.
"Isaac, stop!" someone yelled.
Isaac didn't stop. He grabbed Harrison's jacket and pulled him up, then slammed him down again. Harrison's head bounced off the floor.
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