’ Bruni said, turning from his friend and back to the maps. He had received word that he had to collect his errant roaming brother from the North po...nt of the Gaul lands. One of his boats had ran aground, he had sent the other to deliver his message to their mother. Idiot had now been stranded there for nearly four weeks. Would take them another week to reach him at full speed. And Bruni did not know how his brother would react to news that the contract had to be fulfilled.. Beautiful girls -much more beautiful than me- and hunky guys lined the streets and bars. I was in the of the biggest and busiest clubs, hanging out with my brother and his, let's say, hardly unattractive friends. I'd always liked one of them. Matt. He was a few inches taller than me, standing at around 6'3", and his eyes were a beautiful, piercing blue. He was just my type. He was into rock music, like me, but he didn't have long greasy hair and he didn't wear baggy black clothes. He was. I then stepped forward and kicked him in the upper thigh to unbalance his stance. I then brought my foot up in one fluid motion and planted my heel in his temple. I’d practiced that move with Cassidy holding a pad low and then kicking a speed bag. When done right it sound like: ‘thump POW’!The reason Cassidy worried about me sparring with other people was that she’d never allowed me to hold back. That was why I sometimes had ‘accidents’ when I sparred with Fritz and Coach Hope. Self-defense was. Henry wasn't, and he was about as dangerous as a bunny rabbit. There was someone else there that night that was, and he had set his sights on a girl that went by Belinda. She was a petite little redhead that looked like she couldn't actually be of legal age, but she was. At least her ID said so. The bespectacled, clean-cut man moved down to the main stage along what the girls called "pervert row" and watched Belinda go through her routine. He asked her to come to his table, and left a big tip..