“Not likely,” Marcus retorts. He turns sharply on his heel and stalks off the field. He can hear Campbell’s voice echoing behind him.
“Yeah, that’s it Williams! Don’t let Lockwood drag you down, go get that upgrade! Oh come on, Lockwood, I’m kidding! I’m kidding!Lighten up, you don’t have to—ow,what the fuck? OW!”
Marcus glances back quickly to see Sebastian’s fist make contact with Campbell’s nose. There’s a sickening crack as Campbell stumbles backwards before catching his balance. He moves to return the favor, but Sebastian is already throwing punch after punch as the two players fall to the ground in a mess of fists and swearing.