The sun hid in the clouds and the sky was not as bright as earlier. Yara and I are in the middle of the battlefield while the rest watch the fight unfold. It almost seemed like we were in a cockfighting derby— only Yara and I were the roosters. It's great to win any time, but it's really sweet when you're the underdog and you pull it off. The only thing is, I don't want to kill anyone. As much as Yara hated me to the core because Gunner chose me, I don't want to kill her.
We have no weapons to use. It's hand to hand combat. Gunner and I practiced grappling and every time my back touched the floor, it felt like it sucked the life out of me, so I would force myself to get up quickly.
She charged toward me and let out all of her pent-up rage. It was one blow after another. It was as if, in
