“Son of Tarzan?”
The brother sneered into Korak’s face.
“That gives you the right .. you think ….?”
His hand had snaked up Korak’s back. It had twisted in his hair and pulled his face into the brother’s snarling features.
“ … walk in and ruin people’s lives ….?”
The hand in Korak’s hair tugged angrily backwards. Korak bit down on the pain in his scalp. But it had already creased a grimace across his mouth.
“And then .. damage done .. walk right out again?”
The brother spat into Korak’s face.
He yanked again.
Korak snarled right back.
“Why don’t we settle this? Like men? Sort this out. Like men do!”
Korak was angry at being shoved around. Frustrated at getting himself strung up like this. He had to get himself free. Then he’d settle this row.
“You and me. One-on-one. Like men.”
The brother laughed.
“Don’t get it, do you?”
His face was pressed up against Korak. Sneering eye-to-eye.
“Not about me.”
The club in his other hand smacked again across Korak’s gut.
He emphasised his point with a punch. Korak had felt the warning tension in the brother’s grip. He had tensed. His muscled belly had fended off much of the hurt. But not the force. The smack of the club knocked a foot backwards .. winded him.
The brother still had him by their hair. Held around the back of Korak’s raised arm.
“This is about dignity …..”
The brother had moved away slightly .. his club-arm stretched out to the side. Korak watched it warily, panting still.
The club swooped in a broad warning arc. Korak flexed, the muscles in his belly tensed hard. The club smacked across his midriff with the force of a dishonoured brother. The wind expelled loud. Korak buckled up. Gasping.
He had moved behind Korak, the hand still gripped tight in his scalp. Again Korak felt the brother’s tension in his grip. He yelled out. The force arced his body forward. The thud of a club across his lower back sent shudders down his leg.
“A sister’s honour she can never get back.”
The club thwacked Korak across his back in the same place. Pain popped to his eyes. Teeth gritted.
“You and me?”
The brother had tugged Korak’s head sharp back .. arching his body backwards.
“You up against me?”
His cheek was pressed against Korak’s face .. hissing.
“You and me … WE don’t have anything in this ….”
The club end thudded into Korak’s back. Breath-takingly hard. Pain lifted Korak’s foot off the ground.
“Only YOU …..”
The club smacked home again. Pain burst in Korak’s back.
And another body-breaking thud. Eye-popping pain.