Broken.
His hand moved.
Toward JB's.
Closer.
Then—
Changed direction.
WHAM!
Michael's fist crashed into JB's face.
Full force.
No hesitation.
JB's head snapped back.
Blood sprayed.
CRACK.
His nose shattered.
Michael didn't stop.
His other fist came up.
WHAM!
Into the jaw.
Teeth flew.
White fragments scattering across the stage.
JB stumbled.
Tried to raise his hands.
Too slow.
Michael was trained.
Years of martial arts.
For moments like this.
His knee came up.
THUD.
Into JB's gut.
Air exploded from the editor's lungs.
He doubled over.
Gasping.
Michael grabbed his hair.
Yanked his head down.
Knee up again.
CRACK.
More teeth.
More blood.
The crowd erupted.
"OH MY GOD!"
"HE'S ATTACKING HIM!"
"SOMEONE STOP—"
But no one moved.
Just watched.
Cameras going wild.
CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK
Shutters firing. Non-stop.
Flashes everywhere.
Blinding.
Michael threw JB to the ground.
The editor hit hard.
Face bloody.
Nose crushed.
Mouth a ruin.
