"Christopher Rowley - Bazil 06 - Dragons of Argonath" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rowley Christopher)

Rakama spat on the floor and muttered something at Swane. Swane
charged and booted Rakama into the wall. He crowded in and started
pounding left and right, pinning the smaller youth for a while. Rakama
head-butted Swane to break out. Swane came right back with a body
tackle that slammed Rakama back into the wall and crushed him there.
Swane held him there and went for the body, two heavy shots, but Rakama
finally got a right to Swane's head that propelled him away and gained
enough room to kick clear.

Rakama shook his head to try and clear it. There was blood running
from a cut on his forehead, and his mouth had taken a solid whack, but
Swane's whole face and chest were crimson from the blood running from
his nose. The first adrenaline blitz of fighting had begun to ebb. Now it
was down to guts, training, and skill. They sparred around trying kicks
and punches, feints and ducks.

Rakama, floating on his toes, was recovering every second. Swane
rushed in, but Rakama's right hand snaked out and Swane staggered
back, shaking his head. Rakama moved closer.

Swane moved to stay clear of the right hand. He was beginning to fear
that punch. They kicked at each other and blocked and swerved. Rakama
was trying to edge closer, trying to get Swane into an exchange of
punches, and Swane felt a sudden strong twinge of concern. It seemed he'd
caught a bear here. He didn't feel that confident of getting through
Rakama's defenses without getting knocked silly in the process.

He wondered what to do. Both were tiring. They had been battling for
more than four minutes straight. Their breathing was starting to come
hot and heavy.

Swane suddenly found the wall at his back. Rakama came in, and
Swane snapped a desperate left and then a right to keep him away.
Rakama dipped, dodged, and came up inside, and the right hand
slammed Swane's head off the wall. A tooth popped out. Swane hauled
him down to the floor, and they wrestled. Swane rammed Rakama's head
into the wall one time, but Rakama got him back with an elbow in the
face, and they both reeled away for a few seconds to recover their wits.
 There was blood everywhere now, mostly from Swane's nose, great
splashes of it on the whitewashed walls. Rakama sensed victory. Swane
was afraid of him now, afraid of that right hand, which was still way too
fast for the bigger boy to block. Rakama came in again, ducked Swane's
frantic left with a confident twist of the head, but then ran into a short
right hand that stood him up straight. Swane got a knee into Rakama's
midriff, then connected with a big left hand to the jaw and Rakama went
spinning away, out of control and his careful fight plan in ruins.

None of this was without cost. Swane felt like he'd broken his hand, and
Rakama's jaw was going to ache for a week. Rakama came up against the
wall and clung there, shaking his head vaguely to clear it. Swane pushed