You can see how his arms quiver, the cracks in his defiant stare.
"No," you say, "I'm not."
You move your fingers up to his warm neck, and feel the fragile skin shiver.
"Am-" he breathes, and you cut him off by pressing into his neck, blocking the blood flow.
He rolls back, eyes rolling up in his head. You quickly pretend to drive a punch into his jaw, clapping your other hand on the ground so it makes a sound.
You grab his long arms and drag him off the arena, dropping him by Molly and Drew.
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