Boxing club II

Grishnak sighed. The Hobbit kid was good, keen as mustard. He just didn’t have the reach to take on the Orc boys. And he kept getting penalised for hitting below the belt. Shame. He was going to have to tell him today.

Still, he was a lovely mover. Look at him, dancing round the ring on those enormous –

Grishnak grinned.

Twenty minutes later, Drogo looked up from the flyer.

“Do you really think I stand a chance?”

“With those feet? Definitely. You’re a natural for kick-boxing!”

A second story for Rochelle. The picture is still by J Hardy Carroll.