Quinn
“f**k! Time out. Time out!” Grady said as he staggered away from me, making a ‘T’ shape with his hands.
I realized the thump of flesh under my fist signaled the third face shot he’d taken, but I was caught up in my thoughts, numb and frozen on the inside, barely registering my punches. I moved through training like a zombie. A crazed zombie it would seem, as I suddenly realized what mess I’d made of Grady’s face.
“Hey Quinn, you okay?” Duncan came towards us while Grady doubled over as he caught his breath.
“Don’t ask me how I am. Oh no.” Grady propped himself up on his bent knees. “He’s made my face look like chopped liver, and you ask how he is?” He spat blood onto the ground next to Duncan.
“I didn’t ask you because I don’t give a shit.” Duncan gave him a withering look. “W
