Bets

Teeth and blood flew.

Leonel grit his teeth. This son of a bitch really had a hard head.

"Hard headed son of a bitch," James said through gritted teeth.

Leonel craned his neck back in response, smashing forward again.

Not to be one to lose out, James craned his own and followed suit.

The sound of their foreheads clashing was akin to two slabs of metal, their brains rattling around as though jello on a plate. Even so, the two didn't seem to notice as they reeled back and smashed forward again.

Leonel's knee suddenly drove up with a hop, catching James off guard and nailing him right in the chin.

James' grip on Leonel's hands loosened as he stumbled back. Leonel tried to follow up with a winding kick, but James trapped it to his hip with an arm lock, roaring once as he lifted Leonel to the air and swung him toward the ground.