The Last Stand

"You really think that you are going to win, Adrian?" Kade sneered, his gaze cold and calculated. "You don't have the guts to finish it. You never did."

Adrian's jaw flexed and his muscles bunched into one coiled spring ready to strike. He could barely acknowledge the ache in the previous bruised spots, since all that remained to be said had Kade pinned by his gaze. This was it; what he had avoided all along now sat across from him with that nauseatingly warped smile ...