He didn’t allow himself to be riled up by his opponent’s aggression. He needed to be completely in the game to win this. He charged at OD at full strength and was able to get a hit in by sliding low. Though the uppercut he was going for was blocked, getting the first hit was a good sign. The sound of his fist hitting flesh filled him with pure primal satisfaction, so the traitor’s retaliating hit didn’t even faze him.
Soon they were a blur of fists and kicks, blood and pain. The roar of the arena faded to background noise in his mind as he fought. He had only one focus now; bringing the traitor down. In this fight, he didn’t need to look away to check in with the Boss since he had been given his instructions before the match even started. He was to inflict as much pain as possible, break
