The crack of bone on bone echoed as Sid's fist smashed into the president's jaw. The man stumbled back two steps, spit flying from his mouth, but he didn't go down. His eyes went wild, bloodshot, a mix of fury and obsession driving him.
"You think you're a hero?!"
The president roared, lunging forward with a heavy swing. Sid dipped low, his body flowing with speed and the punch cut through empty air. He pivoted on one hand, twisting like a breakdancer, and his heel snapped up into the president's ribs. The impact knocked him sideways, and the president hissed in pain.
"Not bad! But you're too damn slow."
Snarling, the president rushed him again, throwing wild punches. Sid vaulted backward over a low railing, landing light on his feet. Another punch flew at him, but Sid sprang up onto a nearby bench, flipping over the man's head. He landed behind him and shoved him forward with a kick to the back.
Big D hollered from the side, his phone still recording.
