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“Good day. Goodbye...” Hardy’s fiery fist rapidly fell onto Lirzod’s chest like a meteor crashing down with belligerence and dominance. “Hardy Hit!” KA BOOM~~!! The moment Hardy’s attack landed with a crunching sound, a scorching, bright flash leaked out of the tiny gaps in his fist, and in a trice, his fist blew up, causing a reverberating sound that shook the entire hall. Hardy himself got blasted away by the crushing blast wave, and the arisen flames which together devastated him further into losing his form, and all the five brothers got sent packing in different directions.

The enemy, as apparent in Hardy’s eyes, got dispatched rearward, and four blood-bathed teeth flew up into the air. Everything went dark for a moment as a stinging pain tortured Lirzod’s head, and he crashed into the wall and later landed on all fours. Blood flooded his mouth so much that none of his teeth were visible, and his entire mouth looked cherry-red as if his tongue had been cut. The sharp, cutting pain in the flesh of the upper jaw, especially around the missing teeth, worsened his every other sense. With a blurry vision, he looked around to defend himself while swallowing all the blood down the throat, and as he stood straight, his chest rose with an abrupt intake of breath.

Ribbing ruthlessly, two felines   cut each other off and bickered worse than brothers as they went about proving their point of pride through their recurring flare-ups. Black and gray fuzz flew into the air as they wrangled and wrestled their way in an attempt to subdue the other, and in that process, they put in an appearance at the entrance of the test hall. Though the room abounded with howling men, and a vicious mist-storm was also harassing its way through all obstruction, the two cats still didn’t have a care in the world and clawed each other’s blood out as they rolled on the floor, trying to get under the other.

In a random street on the twelfth deck, in front of the room 12F-21. “How could you use my water for cleaning your foot!” a small-eyed man grabbed Sariyu’s shirt under the neck and howled in rage. “Do you have any idea how long I had to wait in line to get that half-liter of drinking water?” “I-I didn’t think it was drinking water,” Sariyu had a stupefied expression. “My finger was bleeding, so I had to wash it before dressing the wound —”

“It’s a sad thing that some girl hoodwinked even a dreamboat like you, but worry not, brother. Now that you’re here, you will be saved under our care. No one watches our lives here except ourselves. Despite all that may be happening outside, we survive on this street together.” “On this street, we always follow words with deeds as kings do. Just let us end your losing streak with women! It’s time you start living your life as a king.”

All of a sudden, things got murkier in the twelfth deck's hall. With the mist out and the wind at a low roar, and with the hotness of the neighborhood upping like never before, everyone gawked at the shadowy figures in the mist clump together into something stout and stalwart. With breaths held, all men’s eyes widened into the misty setting as they witnessed a staggering scenery unfold.

Hello, folks! Whatever may be the reason you’ve come here, I’m glad you did. As a writer, I have encountered a bevy of problems when trying to learn to write as most of us do, and finding solutions to those problems wasn’t easy, for the required articles spread out on different sites making them hard to find. So, to save time for myself and others who have gone through/would be going through a similar muddlesome experience, I'm making this series. I believe, one need not know the ins and outs of the craft of writing to teach others how to write, but one should at least know:

Describing anger isn't easy because it can easily be overdone just as well as it can be underdone. I have given examples below, which describe anger, but it's in your capabilities to decide to use the example that best fits your scene.

Streets of all sizes and shapes cut through the miles of the room-packed deck, rendezvoused at various junctions, and eventually came together at the test hall like rivers seeking an ocean. Any new entry would likely marvel at the hazards they would encounter along their way to the test hall, for sometimes these journeys resulted in disfiguring injuries or disabling of limbs. Men weren’t always the culprits, for even some street animals posed an adequate danger, especially when in groups.

“I almost forgot about that,” Lirzod gave a thankful smile to Sean before continuing to speak tenderly, “Is it possible to create a law that allows us to transfer a small share from the profits bettors make from the deck tests to the funds of Cat Home?” Clear stupor registered on both Sean and Jehez’s face before they could hide it, and then they exchanged looks of wonder.

At Viktor’s bread booth, a narrow-chinned man with a walking stick was seated at the table, a dead fox lying on the ground beside him. Sariyu just got to the spot and asked him about the booth owner. “He’s gone for a bath,” the narrow-chinned man replied in a somewhat disappointed tone. “You can go and fetch some bread if you want.” “No, no, I didn’t come here for bread, but…” she paused for a moment, “wait, I can have bread even though the booth owner is absent?”

Many entries, for all their prominent and precocious tussling talents, never made it out of the ring with a win under their belt against Bruiser, and no soul any longer dared to give it a try, at least not until a scar-faced boy came along. Though some had feared on the inside that he’d act his age when it came to finishing the test in the last few seconds, they were all glad he proved them wrong. Some, however, believed that Bruiser’s arrogance proved his own undoing. A very few, though, reckoned Bruiser lost his edge and conjectured they had a chance of beating him now.

There were less than ten seconds left on the test clock, and though many hoped for Lirzod to display a knack for the narrow escape, they weren’t entirely sure of it happening. All those who knew Bruiser comprehended what was transpiring in the ring was not a joke. As many eyes witnessed everything taking place in the ring, Bruiser endeavored to claw his way back and take the lead. Lirzod’s teeth, however, chewed into the tail and dragged the headband along its length, also bringing bits of flesh with it to the tail end before sputtering the flesh and the headband high into the air, thereby giving himself a victory that was three minutes in the making and also a license to move on to the next deck.

On the tenth belt, there was a saying among men: if there isn’t much going on in your life, and things are quiet where you have been living, and entertainment is a bit hard to come by, then come to the twelfth deck. After all, one could see ravening cats in action, not just inside the cat ring but outside, too. One could often witness cats preying upon not just rats but also spiders, snakes, and scorpions in the streets. For the onlookers, their hunts were satisfying at many levels. Cats were rarely looked down upon by hollows because the felines made the deck a safer place, except for causing people to step on concealed cat crap all the time.

The twelfth deck was usually full of characters who have their own sense of the surroundings, so it was rare for any notion to be accepted by most, but there would always come to be notions, a few, that would become popular. Here was one such belief: Facing Bruiser, willingly or not, is an itinerary that would imperil not only the body but also the soul. Another general belief was that beating a retreat in the presence of Bruiser was nothing to be ashamed of.

“Hey, empty hands won’t win you the game. Take some food.” Some audiences suggested Lirzod in a not-so-smooth of a tone. After all, he now was their silver dream—a silvery silhouette that could drag them out of the darkness and bring them at least fleeting comfort. “Handling a cat is kids’ stuff,” Lirzod casually replied while standing in the ring, showing comfort through words, “I don’t need food or even a rat’s tail for that matter.”

Lirzod had stepped out of the cat home and was on his way to the cat ring, where Jehez was arguing with Gonn. A blonde girl was standing behind Gonn, wearing an eel-faced mask that was mostly blue except around the edges. The black staff in her hands resembled an eel, and it kept men from approaching her. Nevertheless, some men asked her to remove her mask, but she didn’t even respond, and her close-set copper eyes just paid attention to the conversation between Jehez and Gonn. “Sir, even if your ticket was stolen, it didn’t happen before my eyes, so there’s nothing I can do about that. Maybe if you go to the Monitor Hall, they might help you by checking the surveillance footage.” Jehez urged Gonn to move aside so he could continue with the tests. “Besides, don’t you think you should be fighting that clown instead of me?”

The assistant referee took a quick look at the entrance of the room before leaning toward Lirzod. “But if you can drop a silver in my pocket, I will let you choose an easy opponent.” Lirzod’s ear jerked like that of a cat. “You can do that?” “Not to everyone, but you seem like a good guy,” the assistant referee said in a lively tone, one of his eyes closed, and his lips stretched out into a toothy smile. “It’s only natural that I help you get through this deck’s test.” “That’s kind of you," Lirzod pursed his lips in thought for a moment, "but I think I can handle it myself.”

The moment Booboo concluded his ditty, most of the crowd had their jaws slackened, then ridicule filled their gazes right away. “What the heck happened? Did he just versify his feelings for communicating with the cat?” “That’s not it," one man among the crowd voiced his opinion, his eyes showing the disrelish he had for Booboo's actions. "How can he expect a common cat to respond to that? Well, I guess he's too drunk to know that.” "Stop trying to socialize with the cat, schmuck! This test ain't a freaking get-together party."

A few seconds earlier. The beggar at the entrance of the twelfth deck had been suffering from persistent hiccups for the past few hours. Be it the water or the sugar, no matter what or how much he took, they weren’t stopping. The pain was affecting his senses. And the fact that just after he had gone to get some water, Everna cured some people’s illness didn’t help him either. Currently, pressing his hand against his chest, he cursed his own life and the constant bad luck that surrounded it. As seconds passed, his hiccups worsened. However, when he turned his head and looked at a rider’s face and their eyes briefly met, his hiccups halted flat out, and a frozen expression appeared on his face like a greased lightning. He stayed the same until the clunky footsteps of the hooves faded away.

A brown-skinned, green-haired young man with a big belly stepped in the cat ring, which got sodding done to it. He was only 170cm tall, yet his stomach and well-stocked limbs made him appear less cute and more aged. “Kekeke, there’s no way this ‘beer belly’ can win the test. Just look at his juggling assets, ew,” one man among the crowd sneered, for the big-bellied young man was shirtless, despite sporting a pregnant woman’s belly. “That tattoo on his arm is definitely for show. I wonder which shitty tribe he hails from.” “Hehe, who cares about his tribe? I’m gonna bet against him and earn everything I lost in the last round.”

In the test hall of the twelfth deck, Burton was inside a fifty-meter radius grassy ground, standing tall with a graceful build, staring fixedly at the white cat, lingering in the other half with his deep-set blue eyes that seemed like two garden-fresh berries, endeavoring to make the cat sink into the depths of the spring that were his eyes. Be that as it may, the cat did find itself looking twice at Burton, but it cut the eye contact whenever it felt even remotely uncomfortable, and thus resisted his pull. Dozens of fellows watched from outside the circle of grass, some of whom were chattering whether Burton would win or not. The size of the hall itself was six hundred meters long and almost as wide. Compared to the test hall of the eleventh deck, this one was many times smaller and seemed a lot less lively as well, despite the two sets of paintings that graced the walls of this hall: cats doing their cat-things, and humans trying to interact with cats in various ways.

  On the twelfth deck, at a small, open-fronted bread booth near one of the entrances of the test hall. A man in torn clothes could be seen singing aloud while playing guitar with ease as he sauntered in the street. “When Bruiser is out Bees no longer scout Dogs no longer shout Men no longer spout And run without a doubt Back to their little hideout For they fear his claws throughout To all the new folks finding the right route This is a story worth knowing about So be on the lookout Or a catastrophe will come about.” “I was expecting to get my hands on the mysterious doughnuts, and not only do you not sell them...” Lirzod, who sat at the sole table, complained to the booth owner, tapping his finger repeatedly on the food item on his plate, “but also this bread you’ve given us is cold.”

Subtle sparks of fire screeched out of Aziz’s fist, “You brought this upon yourself.” With a swift bend of the knee, he sprang forth, his twisting arm firing at Lirzod’s face from behind like a fiery wolf pouncing on its prey. With Sariyu standing by his side, holding a hand, Lirzod’s body instinctively moved, and his forearm met the hot punch head-on. Blazing steam burst out of Aziz’s fist during the impact and facilely ignited its way through the still-wet sleeve and scalded Lirzod’s skin, pressuring his torso to bend astern. “Nggh!” a flush of adrenaline tingled through his body, and his foot rose in response, crunched into Aziz’s chin before a mid-air backspin assured his safe landing.

Hands placed on hips, one of the contestants approached the referee. “How can three people win at the same time? You may be the referee, but you can’t do this.” “Huh?” the referee coldly blurted out. “The three of them stepped foot in the winning area in a span of half a second, so they all passed.” “What? Still, how come the three of them passed?” he resumed arguing with the referee, forming a hard jawline. “It makes no sense. With that rule, wouldn't everyone step out at the same time and win this test? No one has to fight in that case, right?”