Time continued to speed away, bringing Michael closer and closer to the day he would register for the sports events and the fighting competitions.
“I’ve thought a lot about it, bro, but there’s just no freakin’ way, I can’t fight in those things,” Felix said helplessly annoyed. Yawning at the sunny sky, he stretched. “I mean, in an actual fight? Those assholes that came to take my dad found out what I can do. I can push people away or at least distract them, but I need a guy to think I might actually burn him alive, you know? Whoever we face in these things’ll know I can’t burn them, not really. So I’ll be useless. Especially against Griffin.”
Michael felt his back being caressed by Eleanor and smiled gratefully. “Yeah, I get it. I’m still going to participate by myself, I think.”
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