Jake's View

As Azrael and Seth shut the door me and the other guy faced one another, sizing each other up (and not in that way ya nasty) he growled and snarl barely about to keep his balance. I stand up straight and smirked. "This will be a pointless fight. But it will be my pleasure to kick your ass." I snarled.

"I don't want a fight." he snarled. "I want my son." I was done with this drunk asshole. I howled and leaped at him knocking him on the floor. Surprisingly he was pretty strong and threw me off, making me hit the wall. I stood up and snarled again. He walked toward me getting close enough to give him a strong right hook to his jaw.

I wasn't the kind for a one and done. So I continued throwing punches to his face, sides, and stomach. He stumbled back into the counter. "I don't have your son!" I yelled keeping my guard up. You see there are three kinds of fighters. There are the ones that are just strong. Then there are the fast ones. But the ones you need to watch out for are the fast and strong ones. And just my luck that this guy is one of them.

I lifted my head slightly and fixed my collar so my tag was in the front. He looked at the tag and howled tackling me to the ground fast. "Give him to me!" he slurred. I was gonna ask him who he was talking about then I realized it. He wanted Derrick. Now that did the trick. It knocked screws loose and a lot of them.

My eyes burned with the fires of hell as they narrowed. I grabbed his shirt and rolled us over so I was over him. My hand was planted to his chest keeping him down. while my other, I pulled back my fist and thrust forward repeatedly as hit its bullseye every time. His face.

I pounded his face constantly till I stopped, and looked at his bloody face and knocked out teeth. He had his hands up trying to block his face. He whimpered. Begging me to let him go. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to his feet and pulled him close enough that we were maw to maw.

I growled through my teeth, "No one takes Derrick away from me. Now leave" and let him go. He ran out the door and I turned to walk to the bedroom door with a slight limp.

Whoa, that was intense. There is your fight scene my violent fluff butts. I can't judge I love me a good fight here and there. I hope you enjoyed. Oh and one more thing. You guys can call me anything you what I don't care if call me a slut, but one thing no one calls me in a bitch. If someone calls me a bitch again the update WILL be pushed back a week😡. Have a wonderful day my fluffies.😊