They lunged at their enemy with everything they had. Frustrated over and over as they were tossed back, deflected, beaten. Drawing raw breaths as they were finally pinned, humiliation hot in the pit of their belly.
“You’re not a fighter,” said the voice at their ear. “That’s alright. Not everyone has to be.”
They kicked, but it did nothing.
“Let go of me!”
“Not until you get this out of your system.” Grips transferred, their wrists pinned by a single hand.
“You’re exposed like this. Easy. You’re going to get yourself killed.”
“I don’t want your advice!”
“Then beat me. Which you can’t.”