People started to abandon their work, getting closer to watch the fight. I heard cheers and yells for Brad as he got closer to me.
I raised my arm instinctively, blocking his first blow easily. His next few hits were just as sloppy, coming hard and slow. I could see the fury in his eyes, his movements as shaky as his emotions. I brought my knee up swiftly to his balls just as I had before. He yelled in pain as he clutched his crotch area. Not allowing him a moment to recover, I shoved him back onto the table where we were folding clothes. The table collapsed under the force of his weight, with him lying back on it's broken pieces still moaning in pain.
“STOP," I heard a voice scream as I felt hands quickly grab my arms and pull them to my back. I felt a metal clasp bind my fists togeth
