“Still as cocky as always… This time you don’t have the element of surprise, Freakshow.”

Yes, the injustice had been done last year. Mostly everyone in the academy would simply say forgive and forget. But no. It was supposed to have been a fair fight, after all, they were sparring. But that bitch right there? She kicked before it even was supposed to begin. Now, if it had just been a kick to the chest, legs, or even face, Joseph would have shrugged it off. Sometimes people get a little bit too eager. It could have been an honest mistake.

But Dagny had the audacity to go straight for the jewels. 

When one decides to strike for the balls of a human male, it is done with malice and conspiracy. 

One does just not simply kick a man in the balls by ‘mistake’, it is a calculated move. One goes for the balls for the killing strike, the coup de grace. You strike the balls not only to end a fight swiftly. 

You do it because you wish the worst imaginable pain possible in a single stroke. The cheapest of cheap shots, the most vile of blows. The ultimate brawling sacrilege. 

Well, it was tactical genius. But still. You don’t do that shit in a practice fight. Emphasis on practice! 

Dagny was probably expecting him to go ranged.

Well, she was going to be fucking surprised.

Joseph charged up to Dagny and smashed his FIST across her face. It did hurt more than he had expected, but fuck that shit.

He had gotten the first blow. Yes, fighting with fists was pretty satisfying in it’s own way. 

“Come the fuck at me mate!” Joseph yelled at the top of his lungs, hyped for the fight ahead.