6 years of tense training, i finally found an opponent that is good enough to not only withstand me but also retaliate and injure me. His name starts with an 'e' and ends with a 'dison'. You all know him don't you? That F*cker. *firm and serious, not even a slightest inkling of humor* All he knows is shout at me and anger me, then run away when he knows his physical strength can't hold a candle to mine. Serves him right, scolded 'son of a b*tch'. I hate anybody who offends my family members and or or my pals and friends. Little did i know that he knew a bit of martial arts too. A bit, a bit enough to make me limp. Now i walk as if my legs are one long one short.
Damage
Me: Right leg injured, never mind, apply painkiller can δΊ†.
F*cker: Scratches on his neck and an injury running down his back. How would i know what he's gonna do about it?? Yup, i dont care, not one bit.
