"Isabel!" said Oliver as she hit the ground. "Her foot, Crest, her foot!" Oliver got up. He got in Crest's face. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HER! She is hurt now, because of YOU!" he screamed. He pushed Crest and pulled out his box cutter, unsheathing it. He got ready to fight. Oliver's ribs hurt from being kicked by the Russians. His back ached from being whipped at the whipping post. His throat throbbed with pain from the Russian guy choking him. He was becoming feint from blood loss and his breathing became steadily heavier. His knees weakened and his vision began to blur and his eyes had a hard time staying open. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that this Crest guy had not a single scratch on him and he had let his girlfriend be shot by a poisonous bullet. "Fight me!" he said. "Fight me! Fight me! FIGHT ME!" he growled. Then he took a swing at Crest with the box cutter.
((I'll leave that open for you to decide what happens))
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