ALIEN DEVIL’S MATCH (BLACK STAR MATES #5) BY AVA YORK – eBook Details Online
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JALIK
“The one to watch all the way to the end is Jalik,” said the commentator
from the box. “He’s got that warrior mentality that doesn’t let up
until the final bell.”
My Nazok opponent locked eyes with me in a split-second halt. His
gray skin poured sweat from his brow into his deadly teeth, which seethed
in anger at the jab that I just spent across his face.
I marked his left eye as swollen and raw from the endless jabs my right
hook landed. In a moment of decision paralysis, he paused just a second too
long.
“Oh, that right hand from Jalik, right to the face again. Denzin has to be
feeling it now!” The crowd roared in approval, and not a moment too soon
as I dodged a hit to my breadbox.
The maneuver took me back a step too far, and Denzin stepped in with a
jab to my back.
“That’s Jalik temporarily on the ropes.”
“Denzin’s been holding his own in this fight. He isn’t done yet, Bovy.”
The Nazok twisted to my right side, trying to distract me with his
footwork. Too bad for him, he met me on my good side.
I landed two shots across his middle, knocking him down to the ground.
The ref put his hand across my chest to stop me from finishing him there.
I looked up, and through the sea of faces, I spotted Ryrik, Black Star’s
head of entertainment.
“Take your time!” he commanded from his seat near the commentator
box.
The bell dinged, ending round eleven. We had a mere minute to regain
our senses before the final round. Ryrik shot out of his seat and came to my
side while Sakkar, my friend and close coworker, dabbed the sweat from
my brow.
“The people want a show, Jalik,” he said in his sly, opportunistic way.
Breath from my lungs burned hot as Sakkar fed water to my mouth.
“A show?” I wheezed from my stool. “No problem.”
“Finish him slow,” came the voice of the owner of Black Star, Draven. I
was tired. Dead tired. But hell, this was what I lived for.
“You got it, boss.”
The dinging of the bell called us back into action, with the ref hot
between us.
With only three minutes left in the final round, I could see sweat
clouding Denzin’s eyes. A jab to his right jaw sent him back, eyes rolling
into his head towards the rope.
I bobbed in place, watching him regain his senses. He was slowing
down, and I was just getting started. Every solid inch was laced with sweat
over my gray skin, making my muscles gleam. My dark gray tracery lined
the sides of my arms, flexing with me while my opponent cooled his heels.
“Nice recovery from Denzin. But the fight’s wearing him down. See
how he breaks form, thrashing his weight into every punch.”
The spectators around the ring swallowed their words to almost nothing.
Somewhere in the haze, I could just make out their remarks apart from the
din.
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