By the time I came to my senses, the coffee table had been flipped over.  

　　Zachary, Scott, and the rest of Lucas's friends all rushed forward, grabbing beer bottles and jumping into the fray without hesitation.  

　　Lucas's hand was bleeding profusely, crimson drops falling steadily to the floor. Yet, his expression remained calm, his sharp gaze exuding an unshakable dominance. His entire aura screamed that he was not someone who could be easily taken down. ...