Rocky's expression twisted with rage. He pointed at Rohit and screamed at his team, "What the fuck are you all staring at?! Break his legs!"
A dangerous grin spread across Rohit's face. "…Like I'd let you."
The instant the words left his mouth, he exploded into motion.
Instead of retreating toward the open field, he sprinted diagonally toward the forward football goalpost, where the space narrowed.
On the way, he slammed his shoulder into the nearest player and threw his loosened bag at another one blocking his path.
Caught completely off guard, both boys stumbled sideways just enough to give the space.
"The hell—?!"
The others reacted a heartbeat too late.
They immediately gave chase, trying to surround him before he could escape.
Rohit counted the footsteps behind him. One… Two… Now.
He stopped so abruptly that the first pursuer nearly collided with him.
His elbow shot backward.
Crack.
The strike smashed into the boy's jaw before he could even raise his guard.
