COLTON'S POV
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"Come on, brother, you can do better than that," I grin, staring at Atlas, how the sweat coats his brow, sliding down his temple. I'm in no better shape, but this...The sparring-- it helps. It suffocates the rage bubbling in my chest. The dark flame of the anger pulsing white now-- yet, I am not exhausted, not even a little tired if I were being honest. "Better than this?" he huffs, smiling. It seems that he, too, isn't exhausted. We've been sparring for about four hours on end, and whether it be from just enjoying this moment, or trying to keep me occupied, I don't know.
I hope it's the former, to be honest.
"Yes," I grin, "I know you can," Because even if he hadn't seen me in years, doesn't mean that I haven't been around. "Alright," Atlas rolls his shoulders back, an
