Behind the Bar (short story)

[dontpokethebear]

His fists are like iron and his arms are moving like pistons. The only feeling he has is the disassociation of blind rage. His only thoughts are that of this man... this horrible person underneath his titan-like fists breaking. The sharp sound of porcelain breaking pulls his attention to the fuck below him;  he notices the man's jaw is hanging

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[caliphbubba]

I watched the behemoth of a man trudge slowly away from the scene of carnage, his hands clenching and un-clenching in a rhythmic adrenaline fueled cadence. The agony he had wrought sobered me instantly. My jaw was broken, of this I was certain. I could faintly make out the remnants of my teeth strewn like morning dew across the grimy aggregate I found myself on