[IRIS POV]
Martin snarled and backhanded me, the full force of fury behind his one blow.
I felt blood fill my mouth, but that was exactly what I planned. His hold had loosened in his anger, allowing me to slam my newfound strength straight into him. He stumbled back, bewildered by the sudden display of force.
Before he could retaliate, I spat out the mouthful of blood I had so painstakingly stored in my mouth right into his eyes.
"You bitch!" He howled, trying to clear his eyes. "This is a cheap trick you―"
I had cheaper tricks in my arsenal.
I charged up towards him and slammed my knee against his balls, causing him to squeal at an unforeseen pitch. If I were paying attention to the crowd, I would have noticed how the men instinctively covered their manhoods at my attack.
Martin was now hunched over, his hands grabbing his lower half, while my blood streamed into his eyes.
It was an awfully pathetic display for a warrior.
