he looked at the guards"When are we going in?"
Michael curiously stares at the door, awaiting for the moment to go in and battle. It has been quite a long time since his last fight, and, although it ended in his favor, it was one he would never forget.
Michael hopes to feel the same energy and adrenaline he had felt that day.
Michael hopes to feel the same energy and adrenaline he had felt that day.
"Be patient," Dylan said to them. "They need time to prepare." They couldn't just be thrust forward without some sort of warning to the spectators, if there were going to be any.
Red would fall backwards, dusting making a little cloud when his back hits the ground, He would lay down trying to make the time pass by faster.
Red would lift his head, trying to get off of the ground
but he hits his head on a metal bar.
but he hits his head on a metal bar.
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