CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
I was completely taken aback by Fisticuffs’ strength. I knew that he was a strong guy and all, but he seemed even stronger than me. I struggled to remove his hands off my throat, but his grip was like iron and all I succeeded in doing was waste precious time and air that I didn’t have.
Instead, I kicked back and struck Fisticuffs in the knees. That seemed to work, because his grip on my throat loosened, allowing me to rip his hands off me entirely. I whirled around and threw a punch at his face, but Fisticuffs’ fists grew bright red and he blocked my punches with his own. My fists slammed into Fisticuffs’ hands like a rocket, yet they held up despite my best efforts to push back against him.
Then, faster than I expected, Fisticuffs’ hands exploded into bright red crim
