If it was the Maxwell from before, I could at least see it to the end. There was nothing more dangerous that the enemy who slipped away. In time, even a lizard could grow to be a mighty dragon.
And by the way, that's what I was trained to do. Pursue your enemy until they get tired. At that time, they could choose to turn themselves to you or you could just find them in the next corner, waiting like a lamb.
In everything that you do, it wouldn't be every time that you succeed. All in all, people will observe your motivation, drive and urge to reach where you are supposed to. They will only acknowledge you if you had tried even once. To them, that was enough and the next time that you approached such a subject, you wouldn't start from scratch. You would have the knowledge to tackle whatever stood in your way.
And at this time, although I was confident in my ability, I knew that I was being baited. It was deliberate.
