Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-28578706-20180801145912/@comment-34052734-20180802162912

Reno was now getting in a violent argument with another inmate who had been constantly insulting him. He wasn’t angry, just annoyed, but most of all, he was waiting until the coward on the other side took the first swing. “C’mon man, fucking swing!” He puffed out his chest, smacking it with his palm. “Right here, buddy, I’ll give ya a free one.”

Clark snorted at Reno’s move, always the one to bark back. The rival his friend would be fighting against was smaller than Clark and was inked with crappy tattoos. He appeared scrawny compared to the other prisoners working out, meaning this little fight wouldn’t last long. After all, the guy made the wrong decision and swung at Reno’s gut.

Reno grunted, expecting the blow to the chest. Since he was strong, the punch to the gut wasn’t as hard as his opponent believed it would be. Since the other guy was busy guarding his face, Reno took this opportunity to nail him in the liver area. This beating stunned his opponent who dropped onto the ground, coughing madly. He was breathless and dizzy, his lower ribs aching with pain.

“Get up!” Reno ordered, staring down at the lanky male. The guy didn’t listen. “Get up, boy.”

The man’s eyelids flapped and shut, the tattered man vomited across the floor before losing consciousness. The liver was a vital organ for blood circulation, Reno expected this result. Because of this, Reno would have to probably be punished by cleaning the workout room and serving his fellow inmates breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He’s done it once previously, so he didn’t mind.