Waine Might's eyes bulged as he received a strike to the center of his chest, which sent him flying. His eyes were full of disbelief, wondering how he was sent flying as he had just been engaged in a passionate battle with Davis Alstreim, unleashing a flurry of fists at each other with incomparable joy.
Just when he thought they were equally matched, he suddenly took a palm to his chest and blanked out. The next thing he knew, he hit a building's wall, which caused his body to take damage and his innards to be so shaken that he could no longer keep the blood that arrived in his throat suppressed, spitting it out in pain.
Raising his head as he stood up from crawling, there was a battle intent leaking out from his big eyes as he gazed at Davis.
"Once more…"
