บท 22: The Fight, Part 3

Seth attacks first, delivering two jabs to Frederick's face, sending a surge of tingles through me. Kennedy staggers back and I expect Seth to back off and give him room to breathe, but he doesn't. For every step Frederick takes backward, Seth moves forward, slamming powerful fists into his body. I lift my hands to cover my eyes, but stop halfway, unable to shield myself from the beating Seth gives his opponent. The crowd cheers around me, but I hear nothing. I'm mesmerized by it-by Seth-and the calculated way he moves his heavy frame. I've never seen anything like it.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Frederick Kennedy doesn't stand a chance. I press my fingers to my mouth and shake my head. Every cell in my being revolts at the violence being exhibited, but there's a buzz in my blood and a zip in my skin that lights up whenever Seth's fists hit Frederick. He gets such a beating that his team grabs a white towel and Dad clenches my arm.