Dominic shook out his hand with a casual flick of his wrist, rolling his knuckles as though he'd barely exerted himself. "I hadn't even put any real force behind that, and he's already down." He glanced at the crumpled body on the floor with something close to boredom. "Not much of a fight."
The air in the underground arena seemed to solidify. Every sound, every whisper, every shuffling foot went dead silent. The kind of silence that pressed against eardrums and made the chest tight.
Alaric "One-Eye" Voss's expression had gone rigid, sweat beading along his temples and sliding down the side of his face. The other bosses seated around him shifted in their chairs, exchanging glances loaded with unspoken alarm. This fighter had been One-Eye's trump card for the evening, a hired professional
