IVY
I didn’t even get a chance to finish my dramatic opening line before Sophia’s fist slammed into my ribs like she’d been personally trained by a very angry freight train.
Crack.
Yup. That was either a rib or my last shred of dignity.
I dropped to the floor like a badly programmed robot, air whooshing out of my lungs in a sound that could only be described as “dying dolphin.”
My brain helpfully whispered, You’re losing. Badly. Might wanna stop catching punches with your internal organs.
Another punch followed, then another. My body was jerking like I owed Sophia money. Blood pooled in my mouth, and I spat it to the side, dramatic as hell, hoping someone in the crowd would yell “CUT!” and reveal this was all a twisted prank.
Spoiler: No one yelled. Everyone just watched like it was
