Marc saw red, and covered the distance between them in a snap. Like the tree from earlier, his fists connected at a rapid pace. This time the blows were softened by his father’s excess padding. Any pain from the blows was buried beneath all that rage. At that moment Marc never felt so powerful.
The sounds of the onslaught caused the door down the hall to open. The doctor’s eyes grew wide, his face frozen in a gasp that would never be delivered.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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