"Urghh, I felt that one" Seth's wheezed, as he bent over a little, a smile on his face as he rubbed his belly.
In faith of good sportsmanship brought about by the desire to live longer and torture, courtesy of Zuroc's and Seth's desires respectively, both combatants had decided to not bash each other's faces.
Their gut and chest had become the target area of all the resentful and murdered-filled punches thrown by each combatant.
"Are you ready?" Seth said with a laugh standing up straight.
With his left arm held by Seth, Zuroc had become imprisoned to Seth, and being held in such close proximity by a man who possessed abnormal physical might, Zuroc was left on his toes at all times, and as if that wasn't bad enough, he now found out to his despair that Seth actually possessed the ability to heal himself.
