jovin

James saw Jovin approaching him, arms slightly cocked back, pace steady, head swiveling smoothly from side to side. There wasn’t a hint of hostility in the man. But Jovin floated over to him, he wanted to make amends. Jovin reached James, and his jaw began to open, his words were scratching to get out. His jaw never opened though. James capitalized on this opportunity he was given, he released a swift uppercut to Jovin’s square jaw knocking him slightly upwards off his feet and then backwards. The sucker punch James dealt Jovin left him on his back still trying to piece together how he got there. With no time to recover from the unethical blow, Jovin remained immobile and vulnerable, left there on the floor like a flipped turtle. His helplessness made Jovin look more appetizing, more elementary, and more delightful to James. James, unable to resist, walked over to Jovin and hovered over him like a hornet teasing his target before piercing him with his stinger. I never saw him descend down onto Jovin. One moment he stood menacingly above him, the next moment what I saw was unrelenting, unstoppable fury being rained down onto Jovin’s eyes, nose, ears and mouth. They were quick, lightning quick. You couldn’t see them but you could feel them. Violently pulsating and vibrating air molecules to make you feel every impact as if it passed through your body like bass you hear from the loud speakers in a concert. The punches and jabs rained down of Jovin’s face, James seeming to be getting stronger and seeming to enjoy this, each punch feeding him making every next punch more forceful. The gently flowing streams of red blood amused James as it began to drown him. Unable to see from all the blood splashed in his face, James began to grow weak. The onslaught of terror ceased for a moment and I don’t doubt if Jovin was by this point dead.