Natos lunged with a vicious right hook aimed for Rhett's jaw, but he deftly sidestepped it, just for another hit to come right at his nose from his other fist.
Pain exploded behind his nose as cartilage cracked, vision blurring instantly. Rhett cursed, wiping blood from above his lips. The agony unfocused his eyes, but he had to get back up and face the villain.
He knew he wasn't a good fighter. Ryoji had tried training him multiple times, kept on teaching the basics of boxing in the gym, but Rhett had never been too keen on that kind of stuff. Or more importantly, he was too lazy. Eventually, Ryoji was transferred to another Foster home for teens about to be adults, and he never touched a punching bag again.
The disadvantages of that were beginning to show here. He never even had a chance to rear in for a punch, no less land one, and Natos had already landed a haymaker.
