Vol 2. Chicken fight (1)

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"Oi."

"Come back here. Chunky chicken."

Logan froze, as soon as he heard what you just said.

Chunky. Chicken..? You aren't talking about him. No way.

There is absolutely no way that kind of insult exists.

He simply let out a sigh.

"I must have been with sheeps for too long. I'm getting confused."

Saying that, Logan just walked away. His hand inside his pants.

You sat there, confused.

How come he spared you? How come you guys didn't fight right away?

Was he.... Scared of you?

As that thought entered you mind, you triumphantly laughed. Maybe you were intimidating after all.

You've actually been worried lately.

No matter what, you were really strong. But before you displayed your strength, nobody was really intimidated by you?

Like you had no presence.

You thought you didn't look scary enough, since this body was more handsome than it was frightening.

But maybe, Logan could discern who was strong. Hence, avoiding you.

A grin formed on your face as you watched him walking away.

Well, you weren't going to let him go either way. You weren't an angel like Daniel.

So, the obvious decision here was to make Logan your gofer.

"Did you not heae me chunky chicken? Who here is chunky but you?"

Logan froze on his spot, turning back to see you right behind him.

Huh.

How come you were able to approach him so quickly?

He could've sworn he walked far away from you enough. And did you just call him a chunky chicken?

But besides that, how'd you get here this quickly? Speed?

Logan tilted his head, too surprised to even get mad at the fact that you called him a chunky chicken.

Impossible. No way you would be that fast-

Logan felt a sting of pain. What was that? An attack? He couldn't see anything at all.

But as a gifted fighter who fought countless times, Logan could tell that it was a punch.

A powerful one.

Blood trickled down his nose from the impact, and he looked at you again.

This time, alert.

Though he couldn't do anything against the countless attacks that stung him all over his body.

How weird. Normally. Logan's bone structure and fat, acted as an armour during fights. No matter the attack, he simply couldn't get hurt in the slightest.

It was weird. Why is it hurting him this much?

If it hurted this much, there was only one conclusion.

Had he been a normal average dude without bone density and a bit of fat, his ribcage would've been long crushed by the overwhelming power from your attacks almost immediately.

Your attacks had speed, and not only that, intense power?

How could he defend it? If he couldn't see it?

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