[The blow connects, shattering glass and splashing red all over the two of them. His shirt was ruined between anything-- but he didn't care anymore. In fact, an animalistic grin lit his face, and his eyes gleamed like someone who had just been waiting for this kind of fight.
Glass shards bite into his shoulders and arms as they roll, tearing flesh and streaming blood in their wake.
Someone ought to call a bouncer. This is getting out of hand.]
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Glass shards bite into his shoulders and arms as they roll, tearing flesh and streaming blood in their wake.
Someone ought to call a bouncer. This is getting out of hand.]