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All Ridley could make out was a confusion of swinging arms and clenched fists. Then, just to make the scene even more dramatic, lightning flashed overhead. “YOU KILLED MY FATHER!” Malachi roared, aiming for Archer’s face again.
“What the hell?” Archer demanded, his arm up to protect his face.
“Your father—” punch “—fired my father—” another punch “—and we were still mourning my mom and sister. Your father ruined mine with his lies and accusations.” Malachi paused for a moment, breathless, and Ridley was about to yell at him to get off Archer when he finished with, “So he committed suicide,” and threw another punch, this one directly to Archer’s abdomen.
Ridley hadn’t witnessed a great many fist fights in her life, but she knew enough to be fully aware that Archer wasn’t fighting back
