Adea
My attention snapped back to the field. As I scanned the field, I noted the number of participants had dropped to almost none. Seven people remained on the field and as one of the opponents I recognized as a Delta’s son threw a punch into his opponent’s face, he fell back completely knocked out.
Six people left.
My eyes wandered until they locked on three people, two of them faced Gabe. One charged at him and he threw his arm around his opponent’s head. He held him in a headlock and squeezed until he knew he had no chance of escape.
He tapped Gabe’s arm, admitting defeat.
Gabe released him and waited for him to straighten and walk off the field. He turned to the other man and waited for him to make the first move. I couldn’t help but smile as confidence radiated off of him.
