"Now let's see how this weak boy makes you fall on your back once again," Leo mocked.
Mark increased the pace of his jabs as he randomly punched around him, afraid Leo would get him again.
"I remember teaching you to use your feet as well," Leo's voice echoed in Mark's ears, followed by his stumbling and falling on his back.
"Told you not to belittle the weak. The weaker they are, the crazier they are, as they would do anything to overcome the strong," Leo started as he pushed Mark, his back touching the ground.
This was how they fought; the loser was the one whose back would touch the ground first.
Mark had made this rule as the first time he had fought Leo, Leo had gone for the kill, almost bringing his short life to an end. He was a child soldier in the cruelest of wars ever recorded in human history. He had to learn a lot to survive, and restraints were not one of them.
