With a wide-open uppercut, I got launched into the air as I tried to counterattack due to how open Tchort seemed. A single exchange reminded me of how I used to fight previously when I was strong.
I would always fight while leaving myself open to getting counter-attacked, because it was no fun to fight against opponents that couldn't even land a hit on me. It had become a bad habit that was making me get baited into the fakes of my enemies now.
Even now, I have yet to completely accept myself as the weaker one.
BAM-!
"Weak!" Tchort said as he appeared in front of me, mid-air, as he punched me higher into the sky again. The fight will easily end if I ask Isha to kill him, but before that, I thought I should at least punish myself for my ignorance and arrogance.
BAM-!
Abdomen.
BAM-!
Right cheek.
BAM-!
On top of my head.
BAM-!
