The cursed group were preparing gearing up, doing a few stretches here and there before the fight. There was always a small little break between each fight, and those in Pure had just fought as well.
"You guys don't have to do this," Quinn said. "If you give up the fight, then it will be four wins each and our group will go up against them."
The three of them looked at each other, and they all already knew their answer.
"Quinn, thanks for looking out for us, but we want to fight. We need the experience. You can't keep doing things on your own. There will be times when you aren't there to protect us. You aren't the only one that needs to get stronger, we do as well. And what better way than against people like this?
"And besides, you saying that hurts us a bit you know? Do you really think we're going to lose?"
