Today's OneWord: Mechanism
The next defense mechanism my brain leapt to was sheer, unadulterated aggression. The bastard didn't even see what was hitting him - literally. I heard his left buttcheek wobble on the pavement as he fell, his tailbone audibly cracking as he clutched his mouth, which I'm sure was devoid of several teeth now.
"The fuck, Rowan?" he screamed through a stream of blood.
"The fuck, Rowan?" he screamed through a stream of blood.
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