Handling the Man || Hale
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{$}—Hale was really grinding down what little patience Kirby had - which was a problem for both of them now that he was getting out of his own head. This was a situation he knew. One he understood. Someone stepping up to him and itching for a fight. It didn’t matter how valid the things Hale was saying were, it only mattered that he was ready to fight.
“Fuck. You.” He said, his words quiet and rumbling, he suddenly launched himself at Hale with full force and weight to knock him to the ground - one of the few things he was actually good at in football. And that - with his outrageous temper and lack of concern for his own safety - was a bad combination for both of them as he reared his fist back.
“You don’t fucking get —” He delivered a solid punch to the other’s face, sitting up on his stomach and trying to hold him down with his thighs “—to fucking talk—” Another solid blow “—to me like that!”