"Oh," Lucky replied before giving out a small laugh of nervousness.
Something deep within him told him that something was off, not with Rowan, but with the fight that was to take place.
He was already here and now more than ever, there was no turning back. If he was going to fight, then so be it.
'Why is my mind making this to feel as if it's a big deal and yet it's not? I've fought with tree monsters before, warlocks, ghosts, bad guys, werewolves and even Ferlio the great malice of the Phoenician clan, I have fought slender man too. There is nothing so big that will appear today that will make me lose." He tried to reassure himself.
"There is nothing that can pin me down, for now." he thought. "Unless it's Hood. Hood can beat me up like no one business and squash me into nothingness… mad respect for that man."
