You wheezed and felt his fist connect with your jaw sending you stumbling back. He gritted his teeth and spat a tooth and blood onto the rocky side of the mountain "C'mon, Black Lung. You started this bullshit, buck up and finish it." He snapped as he wiped blood from his mustache and shook his bloodied knuckles. Specks of gore spraying on the floor as he regained his footing and waited for a retaliation from you. John was long gone, you had sent him off, you were left to fight this rat