[ WP ] Portray the power of a voice


 Andy's fist made a hard'pop' noise when his knuckles smashed into the loud-mouths jaw and sent him careening again into the ground. The bully's fists were slick with blood by this point, and the fight was little more than a one-sided asskicking. Still, the loud-mouth rolled onto his elbow and tried to stand, despite seeing Andy's large and clenched fists. 
 
 A voice hissed out behind busted lips and bloodied teeth, as the little shit dug his fingers into the grassy soil and cracked a rictus grin. `` I'm sorry, am I fighting the old woman down the street? Is your son home, ma'am?'' 
 

