C48 Wolfman

Vincent swung his fists and for each quick strike, breath left in a hiss through the gaps of his teeth. Left, then right, then left again. His lungs craved for cessation, but he fought on. Left, right, left right. No matter how fast he struck, Jahni used his forearm as a shield, obstructing each and every one.

It had been ages since they had been addressed by Turner. Still