Flat on his butt as the jockey mouse's nose is dripping blood, still astonished at hitting someone for the first time as Boco is still.
With his rage flaring as the jockey mouse springs up and then delivers a left gut punch to Boco and says, lucky shot shrimp!
Bowled over with pain and then taking a left punch to the skull, slamming into lockers, stunned as Boco can't gather himself, about to strike one more time with his teeth clenched, the jockey mouse says, blackout time bitch!
To hurt and scared to move, right as the fist is about to approach, a manly deep voice calls out, what's going on out here? Stopping his motion abruptly as the jockey mouse turns to see who said that.
Switching up his expression as a burlyer mouse with glasses stares him down and he states with a trying to be nice tone, nothing sir. Me and Boco was just fooling around is all.
Motioning his eyes over to a hurt looking Boco and then back at the jockey mouse, the burly mouse states, well stop messing around and head home.
Positioning his body to the burly mouse with glasses, the jockey mouse responds back, yes sir Coach Hinco.
Walking past the coach like he is a good person the jockey mouse says while he is a good margin away, see you around Boco.
Looking over his shoulder as he watches the smug athlete walk away, then facing his attention toward Boco, Coach Hinco says, get going to. And I know from your face you two aren't friends, but that little punch you did was not bad kid. You just need some fine tuning on your form.
Tearing up as Boco is looking down he says, was it...w...well...can you teach me.
Raising his brows at the little mouse's phrasing, Coach Hinco says teach you what?
Fast with an answer, Boco lamnets with hurting, teach me how to punch.
End of Chapter 2