"OK folks it's time for the final Battle, Axel vs Lance!" The announcer said.
"So who's winning this one!?" The general asked cracking a smile.
"You've got me there…" The colonel said scratching his head. "I swear this ref… He couldn't be…"
After the applause subsided, there was complete silence in the crowd, everyone was trying to tune in on what the two fighters would say to each other.
"So it's finally time." Larssaid taking a step forward. "The time has come for us to fulfill that promise."
"I want you to attack me with the same strength you used on PB, anything less won't be enough." Lance said.
"That won't be a problem." LArs said "It doesn't take long for you to piss me off!"
"Heh touché." Lance said
"Fight!" Vincent yelled.
Lars and Lance ran at each other at full speed. There was no signs of holding back on either of them. It was like two trains on the same track, racing towards the other with no holds barred.
