Post by David B. on Jul 24, 2017 12:47:06 GMT -8
Standing, David would sigh. He was on a small lip of rock overlooking the training censor. Down below him was a male, on his hands and knees, coughing. David had his hands in his pockets. Though clearly on the winning side, David had some damage himself. A dark bruise under his left eye. His shirt torn. Still, he didn't seem hurt in any meaningful way. Removing his left hand he combed it through his hair and looking down at his opponent, using his thumb to brush away some of the sweat on his brow.
"Stand up."
He did, albeit slowly.
"You've gotten really strong. Much stronger than before. You've waited so long to fight me again, and I see why. When you left you couldn't lay a finger on me. Now you've marred my pretty face."
He cleared his throat before smiling. Transferring from territory to territory was a difficult thing for any growing man to handle. Coming to 259, his own home territory, was a special treat he reserved only for those he truly cared about. Transfers were very rare, and he had to pull a lot of strings to make this happen. He would take another deep breath and nod.
"You're still weaker than many, but strong enough to stand alone. You're ready."
The boy would nod, offering a "Thank you, David." and stick his hands in his hoodie before turning to go. David crouched, looking down at him walking away and spoke softly.
"Good luck, Allen."
"Stand up."
He did, albeit slowly.
"You've gotten really strong. Much stronger than before. You've waited so long to fight me again, and I see why. When you left you couldn't lay a finger on me. Now you've marred my pretty face."
He cleared his throat before smiling. Transferring from territory to territory was a difficult thing for any growing man to handle. Coming to 259, his own home territory, was a special treat he reserved only for those he truly cared about. Transfers were very rare, and he had to pull a lot of strings to make this happen. He would take another deep breath and nod.
"You're still weaker than many, but strong enough to stand alone. You're ready."
The boy would nod, offering a "Thank you, David." and stick his hands in his hoodie before turning to go. David crouched, looking down at him walking away and spoke softly.
"Good luck, Allen."
