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This was the battle everyone had been waiting for — Tix versus Fleth.
I tried to keep my composure as I watched from the sidelines, but my heart raced like a frenzied drumbeat.
Flashbacks of Fleth’s nightmare washed over me.
The scene of the young boy, terror in his eyes as molten lava consumed everything in its path, the desperate attempts of his mother to save him, only to meet a tragic end in the river — it was haunting.
I could still feel the stifling heat, hear the tormented screams.
Fleth’s past was a tragedy, one that had shaped him into the ruthless fighter he was today.
The trauma of that memory, the guilt of survival while his mother perished, must have been overwhelming.
As much as I abhorred him for the things he’d done, there was an undeniable tinge of sympathy I felt for his younger self.
This wasn’t the time for empathy.
This was the climax of a deadly dance, and Tix had to win.
The arena’s colossal doors slid open, revealing the two contenders.
Tix walked out with a confident swagger, his eyes locked onto Fleth, a silent challenge.
The audience went berserk, their cheers echoing through the vast space.
The battle commenced with Fleth charging headfirst, a ball of fury and power.
Tix was prepared.
With nimble grace, he evaded Fleth’s initial onslaught, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the cloth.
The same cloth that held the key to unlocking Fleth’s buried trauma.
He threw it with precision, ensuring it landed squarely on Fleth’s face.
For a moment, there was silence, punctuated only by Fleth’s muffled laughter.
As he pulled the cloth away and saw its imprint, the laughter died.
A hush fell over the crowd.
Fleth’s face contorted with a range of emotions, from shock to recognition to unbridled anger.
Instead of breaking down, he channeled that seething fury towards Tix.
Like a berserker, he charged, throwing every ounce of his strength and rage at my love.
However, anger, while powerful, is also blinding.
Fleth’s usually calculated moves were sloppy, his tactics overshadowed by raw emotion.
Tix, on the other hand, maintained his composure.
Every dodge, every counter-attack was executed with precision, using Fleth’s own momentum against him.
It was a masterclass of skill over strength, of calm over chaos.
And then, with a swift, decisive move, Tix had Fleth pinned to the ground.
