Chapter 33
Ben? What the hell is he doing?! He looks at me and nods. He then starts his own stretches while I'm still in shock at what he is doing. His eyes focused to the ground and his hair falling in front of them, hiding his eyes from my questioning gaze. Russell whistles and our fight begins, the cheering of the spectators surrounding our match. We both move about slowly, our feet padding the ground. My body feeling weirdly light, as if I'm barely touching the ground. I have my fists tightly clenched and held up in front of my face. Ben's appearance mirrors mine except his footing is heavier than mine. He swings and misses, my instincts sharp and able to detect what he'll do. We both swing at each other, sometimes hitting one another. The first blow I got to my face caused me to stumble a cou
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