Bonny was a thin boy with hair as fiery as his personality, a bounce to his step, and a ghastly scar on the edge of his lips. He was slightly taller than Ess and at a glance, scarier. He was accompanied by twelve other boys that looked as though they fought tigers for a living, all of them in their teens. Curiously enough, like Bonny, they all spotted blue eyes. Blue Sparks.
The other kids made way for them, grinning. Suddenly, they all felt confident and gave Ess a You're fudged sort of look. Bonny must have been hot stuff, Ess remembered thinking back then.
"I'll take a turn, if you don't mind," Bonny had said to him while shooing his crew.
Ess shrugged. "Go for it."
The two drew lots, and it was decided that their match would be kickboxing themed. Ess didn't mind either way. He was going to continue his one-hit 'kill' streak.
