Mike stopped in his tracks, his bag falling off his shoulder as every cell of his body finally snapped. 'This mother fucker...' he thought to himself, veins in his forearms popping up like roots through the earth. He had given him his chance to shut his mouth, though the kid couldn't do it all through high school. To be honest, Mike had been waiting for this moment for a large portion of his life. He was Jefferey Trevino, but ten times worse in his book. Mike's feet turned him to face Billy, an almost sadistic grin on his face. "Pull out your dick skinners boy, Lets dance." Mike dropped his bag and walked at Billy with purpose, pictures of Mike ripping his head off filling his mind.<br/><br/>Mike pulled together his stance right before coming up to Billy, throwing every bit of force he had into a three punch combo, a jab with his right followed by a straight left and a right hook. There would be absolutely no way he could stand up straight if every punch connected anywhere on Billy's face, the speed of his boulder-like hands almost too much for anyone to dodge.