BELINDA
Reina was the referee. I had geared up in less than ten minutes after I had spoken with Damon in the room. Right now, I just felt like punching and punching till my hands went sore and since Damon offered, he's going to be my punching bag.
Reina has insisted on a closed-door sparring match which means that the only ones who will know of the outcome of this match are just the three of us. I wish that we were more, but I will make do with that.
I stared into his face with absolute defiance. The only thing stopping my first from meeting his face now is a whistle and I can't wait.
"Now, fighters, I want a clean match and if any of you ever taps out, give him or her the decency to be spared."
Reina addressed us.
I nodded, but I was not sure that I was going to agree with that.
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