Immovable
I won my second fight, and it was hard-fought. That technique of mine was supposed to be used if I want to settle a fight quickly because it tires me so easily. I saw my unconscious opponent, being carried using a stretcher, while I feel barely on my own two feet. My knees are trembling from exhaustion, so I knelt on the ground. I took a deep breath, and stood up, looking at the clouds. I felt my sweat dripping from my forehead, and to my chin. At the bisellium, I saw Lady Mila, looking at me from up high. She had her chin up and smirked, but nodded. I nodded back and returned to the queue. Just as I walked past my two friends, I held out my left fist for them to give me a fist bump. They did, and Darius just ignores me, while eating another pack of chips. Where did he get those? I am so
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