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Clay felt his backhand connect and a sick joy filled him. He stumbled and staggered for a moment as he found his balance and brought himself to stand.
Just as he turned to see Tic the little man rocketed right into his gut and the wind came rushing from Clays lungs. 
With a few fleeting steps backwards Clay crashed heavily into a nearby wall but managed to keep upright.

With the following deep breath Clay knew he had at least one cracked rib. He winced in pain and let out a guttural growl. Quickly following his recovery Clay hurtled a nearby bar stool at Tic with a flick of his powerful arm, instantly he followed it by charging at his opponent with every intent to punt him like a stationary football.

Alls whilst Clay could smell that familiar undeniable scent of Alex's presence, he felt her eyes on him and with it a million self built social pressures that didn't really exist.