'Ah, shit! Shit! Shit! Am I always this soft!?'
Frustratingly running my fingers through my hair, some strands cascading to the ground, I find myself compelled to commit a daring folly, a particularly foolish choice.
'I should've killed him right there and then! What the hell is wrong with me!?'
Having acclimated to the notion of showing no mercy towards the ominous figure, I confront the deliberate horror emanating its icy aura, intensifying our battle.
The only mistake he made was this when he became complacent thinking that he had already won the match before it even ended, which is not.
The figure I knew wasn't that kind of person.
There's likely a calculation in his mind, a reason for his unwavering confidence in victory at that moment.
The additional factor of triumphing in three previous matches using the same strategy must have further inflated his belief that he could secure a win without budging from his current stance.
