He was putting on a cotton see through men's wear and a blue boxer.
Our gaze locked and my entire being focused on him. He smirks and made his way towards me.
I can already imagine his happiness in my head, but I'm not going down easily. If I can't confront my biggest enemy, what's the point of all my training since all this while.
I maintain a firm stance, held my hand in a fist and raised it above my face and bounced my body up and down to get a warm up.
My frosty gaze remained locked at his mockery one. He looked at me like he's watching a silly nickelodeon cartoons.
He walked toward me majestically, not getting into a fighting stance, but just kept coming.
This wouldn't do. I want each of my hit to left an imprint on him, so I pulled out a dagger and took quick steps towards him.
"OH! NICE!" he emphasize his exclamations as soon as he saw the dagger.
