You wake up the next morning, exhausted but excited. It's the first round of fights! Everyone else seems nervous as you eat breakfast, but you feel ready, bouncing on your feet as you enter the training room.
"Since there are an odd number of you, one of you won't be fighting today," he looks at Tris, then gestures to the board.
You squint. That's an odd coincidence. Why Tris?
"First round," Four announces, wasting no time. "Y/N and Drew."
Drew sneers, skulking into the training circle, light reflecting off of his red hair. He's huge, but slow, and something tells you you might have a chance at winning. Four waves you in, and you wait, poised, coiled, for the start.
Molly is wheeze-laughing in the corner, but Peter looks troubled, arms crossed. He's watching you.
"Let's go," Eric calls, waving a hand in the air. "We don't have all day."
Drew immediately lunges at you, and you sidestep gracefully, cuffing him on the back of the head. He swears and doubles back.
Do you...
Wait for him to move so you can dodge and hit him? (45)
Try to hit his knees to knock him down? (46)
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Choose Your Own Adventure: Divergent
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