MN - 1 - Defeat / Speed

“Not so fast, sucker,” Art breathed. The American spun, the edge of his foot taking the Belgian in the back of one knee, while at the same time Art’s forearm slammed into the front of his opponent’s chest at the level of his collarbone. His opponent fell backward, fast. He hit the canvas and lay on his back. In a flash Art was kneeling beside him. The tall African-American smashed his palm down toward the Belgian’s face, his arm moving almost too fast to see. He stopped a fraction short of the delicate cartilage in the man’s nose, a fraction short of the killing blow.

“It’s over,” Art said, standing.