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Has days went, type didn't spent another night with sulina and he went into being a hermit to stay away from everyone has he couldn't understand why his body reacted the way that it did, he then spent more time to the underground, to himself to be going over routines and different fighting skills.
Type breathed heavily has he moved back and forth has he was hitting the punching bag, to then move back to eye over it to then step forward to place his forehead to it to peer his eyes down to take in very deep breathes.
Type was also trying to keep his mind off of things and was over doing it a bit.
Type then closed his eyes to gulp to take in a very deep breathe, he then opened his eyes to slightly turn his head to look down to then reach in his back pocket for his phone that went off.
Type grabbed it to turn to place his back to the bag to widen his eyes a bit.
Tharn: meet tomorrow at this address.
Type darted his eyes over the address to then lower his phone to eye up a bit.
Type then placed his phone back to then go forward to head back to his room.
He then went in to toss his phone to the bed to then go straight to his bathroom to take a shower, under the warm water he had his forehead to the wall to have the warm water wash through his aching muscles to close his eyes to take in deep breathes.
I'm going to see tharn tomorrow. I need to figure out what I'm trying to really accomplish with this. I just don't want the end competition to be about us killing the other. Is what I am trying to accomplish a good thing? Him and I knowing the others weaknesses and strengths? How much can I trust him? His father did kill my mother, and I've heard the rumors my father killed his mother. I still don't understand why? There are so many gangs out there, why is mine and his like that?
Type signed.
There are things in this life that are out of my control, I can only control how I react to things, I do need to remember to bring something so if this guy betrays me I'll be fine. But will he?
Type then turned to place his back to the wall to wrap his arms about himself to look forward.
What is he gaining by actually....
Type rolled his eyes.
Think just answered my own question. He is calculating like I am, him and I are prodigal in this field.
Type took in a very deep breathe to flex his jaw has he remembered the last time he saw tharn for his eyes to widened.
He then peered his eyes down to see he was very much stiff.
Type whimpered to then turn to turn the warm water cold to lift his head up has the water went through him for his erection to go down.
Type then placed his hands to his head.
What is wrong with me! Why does the mere thought of this guy I get..... This has also happened with suilna and when I've watched other guys, especially when they wrestle.
Type moved his hands to his neck to rub to then turn off the cold water has it did maybe his erection go down, to then leave the shower to go and get a towel to wrap it about his mid section to eye over himself in the mirror.
I don't know what is wrong with me, but I need to listen to what my father told me, years ago and keep my mind straight..
Type flexed his jaw to then turn to go to bed where it was difficult for him to fall asleep.
The next morning, type accidently slept in given he didn't sleep the night before, to then make the day go quick by practicing by himself to then grab a small bag this time, to then leave, this time without anyone noticing.
Going to the bus, type got on to then go to that new address, to get off the bus to raise an eye brow.
It was a very run down place, type looked about.
This guy is going to try and kill me, isn't he?
Type signed, to then venture forward given he did have things in his bag that could kill tharn if he needed to.
Going in, type heard low grunting nosies for him to be able to figure out where tharn was. Type then rounded the corner to see a few feet away a spot light, to then see tharn with his sword drawn to see him cutting the air, type stayed back for a moment to try over this, to see how hard tharn was fighting to make a face.
Type only fought that hard against his opponents given he didn't want them to be to the final round and he would have to try and kill me them, also types father wanted tharn to be the last with him.
Type then took in a deep breathe to then make a confused face to place his hand over his heart has it started to beat and hard.
Type rolled his eyes to the go forth for tharn to turn his head to eye over him to breathe hard to then move his sword back to then eye down to the bag.
Type looked over tharn to the eye where his gaze was going to then turn to place the bag to the wall.
"For my protection. I'm sure you and I don't fully trust the other and....."
Has type spoke, he heard loud noises, he then turned to see tharn try to stab him, type moved quick to defend himself, to then find a sword to the ground, to be to his back to have a lot of strength has tharn was over head in his black hoodie, and short black pants to try and get at type with all his strength.
Type then was able to kick at tharns ankle to have him move back for a moment for type to. Get up for the to hit the other with there swords to have there swords drawn. Type looked over tharn in anger.
"What the hell??"
"Never ever turn your back on me!"
Tharn then moved back to draw his sword to then go and hard back at type who was moved back a bit, to then get his footing to keep tharn at bay for them to be at a steal mate.
Type and tharn gritted there teeth to be pushing the other and hard, for type to then have accidentally slipped on some water residue to then accidentally get at tharn for them both to hit the ground and hard to render the other unconscious.