I press my fingers to my mouth and shake my head. Thump.Frederick Kennedy doesn't stand a chance. I'm mesmerized by it-by Seth-and the calculated way he moves his heavy frame. The crowd cheers around me, but I hear nothing. I lift my hands to cover my eyes, but stop halfway, unable to shield myself from the beating Seth gives his opponent. For every step Frederick takes backward, Seth moves forward, slamming powerful fists into his body. Kennedy staggers back and I expect Seth to back off and give him room to breathe, but he doesn't. Seth attacks first, delivering two jabs to Frederick's face, sending a surge of tingles through me.
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