Chapter 1: Playground Scuffle

The stout boy loomed over the somewhat irritated bespectacled lad who was a full head shorter than him.

“How dare you hit me with the ball, shorty?!”

The lad glared, mood immediately worsening at the mention of height, “I called out as I threw it to you. It’s not my fault that you couldn’t catch it, fatso!”

The moment the last word left his lips, the kids gathered around them let out a gasp. The heavily-built boy seethed as his eyes reddened, palms balling up. He leapt and punched.

The shorter lad’s fists flew up as he danced away from the blow. Unfortunately, his flawless dodge amounted to naught as his heel caught a stone.

“Oww!”

He was on his back, head spinning, glasses askew.

His opponent wasted no time in pressing his advantage, promptly sitting down on the shorter youth’s chest; pressing him to the ground. By the time the downed fighter could see clearly, a fist came flying towards his face.

The lad turned his face away reflexively and the fist went past his face smashing hard into the ground.

“Ahhhhhhh!” The stout kid cried out, as he raised his chubby hand, blood already dripping from his knuckles. Just as he was distracted, his fallen adversary rammed his own fist into his belly eliciting an “Oooof!”

But he didn’t stop there; he kept on punching until the rotund kid hurriedly and awkwardly shuffled backward and off of him.

Smelling the scent of victory, the bespectacled child quickly pushed up his glasses, and clambered onto the ‘fatso’ punching straight at his rounded face.

The heavy lad turned his head but was unable to escape in time. The fist drove into the side of his nose. In pain, he just blindly swatted at the lad atop him.

Caught unprepared, the big palm crashed into the side of the youngster’s head sending his specs flying. He blinked back tears that came unbidden to his eyes.

Just as he raised his fist to smash his knuckles into his opponent's face again, a thunderous order issued from the side.

“STOP!”