WX #5

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THUNK!

Harsh ground scrapes my skin as I quickly scramble to a standing position. The stupid, 6'4", douche bag I met inside the rowdy bar looms over me by a considerable amount. For once, being 5'6" is a disadvantage.

"How's the ground taste?" He smirks.

"Ggrrrr," I growl and clench my hands till they pop. He fricken smirked at me.

"Why you little-," I start.

"You mean tall," He interrupts.

I grow ferally, and this time I decide to do something drastic. Just as I'm about to do that something drastic he forcefully grabs me by the collar and slams his fist against my face. And this is when, without warning a fight broke out.

I stumble back and my nose gushes blood. I touch it tentatively before clenching my fist.

(((take note that WX's are done in 8 minutes and I haven't modified these that much.

Also if any smart cookies already noticed this; then props to you, but this is actually the original version of 'The Fight Outside' which is from a while ago)))

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