The whistle knocked the wind out of Tuck, at least figuratively speaking, and he stopped his cheering for a second, his facade dropping. Not long enough for anyone to notice, of course, as he picked it up again, screaming for Will to end the fight. That visual of the blow to Will’s head was going to haunt Tuck’s nightmares, but Will seemed to be back on track. He felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest as he leaned closer and closer to the edge of his seat.
Dom was angry now. And he roared and charged Will, to try to simply overpower him. The man had to be exhausted, right?