As I was about to take another punch, I smelled a whiff of blood concealed underneath the faint breeze. I sniffed again and this time there was a strong odor polluting the air making me worried.
I was about to run towards the den and hide myself but as I took a step forward I halted in my tracks as the words of Mr Sylvester revolved around in my mind. He told me this is no place for cowards and running away from a bloody situation is being placed as the same as a coward and I am no chicken.
Pulling my head up higher in the air, I pushed away the thoughts of safeguarding myself and marched towards the place from where the smell was strong.
I'll prove to him that I am fearless and I do know some of the basic moves about how to fight, I can defend myself and I have to go because this will not only prove him to him but also to myself, that I am able to take a stand and I no longer need anyone to protect me from anybody.
