Matt stepped forward with a hook, opting to stick to the head for now. John stepped back and drew a quick, small circle with his finger. As Matt’s fist was about to smash into his hand, it instead crashed into a brick wall.

Matt managed to pull his hand back without yelling, though he could already feel the blood trickling down his knuckles. A John flew in from the side and slammed into Matt from the side with an amateurish dropkick. Doesn’t take a martial artist to tell you that slamming into a person with all your weight is going to do some damage though, and Matt was sent sprawling through one of the legs on his coffee table, snapping it off.