Ethan stared at Lane for a moment, his jaw twitching. “Get out of my face ‘buddy’.” He snarled, flexing his shoulder mucsles. “You have exactly three seconds to do so before I stuff your face with my fist.”
Lane grinned, and swung.
A scream was torn from Erin’s throat as she watched the scene before her. Obviously expecting the attack, Ethan moved with a speed that belied his height. Lane’s blow went wild, catching him of balance, the unexpected momentum causing him to stumble forward.
Ethan’s fist crashed into Lane’s face, the sickening crunch of bone mingling with Erin’s screams. The force of the hit sent Lane crashing backwards, landing heavily on the ground in a splatter of blood and gore.
“Lane!” Horrified at seeing so much blood, Erin rushed towards where her cousin lay. She sank
