DAVE
"Ah, ah," I huffed as I laid on my back breathless. There were five guys sprawled on the floor around me, groaning with a broken limb, bone or a fatal wound.
"You aren't half as bad as I thought you would be," Darren said from the edge of the ring where he stood observing the fight. "But you still aren't half as good as you should be. It's looking like you still need a few more lessons from me."
"No!" I said quickly. "No more. I don't want any more lessons from you."
He smirked. "Would you prefer Harry's lessons then?"
"Hell no!" I sprang up abruptly, a decision I regretted because it made my broken ribs hurt ten times more. But after being pommeled severally, I was used to the pain by now. "I don't want any training lessons from the both of you. Just let me fight like this."
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