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The sleek, white leather jumpsuit clung tightly over my form. it was long sleeved and reached below my lower arm, almost to the point where it reached my wrists. i felt like a wet salmon with layers upon layers of plastic wrapped around my body.
and to complete the very, uncomfortable sensation, a gray, thin see-through helmet like mask covered my face. i figured i probably look like a poor, sweating version of a white power ranger.
the only consolation i had was that, my opponent was suffering under the same condition.
at least i hoped he did. i thought, risking a sidelong glance at the tall, figure in a similar, fencing jumpsuit. only his, were a darker shade of gray and his mask looked a little thicker than mine. so that i couldn't even see his eyes. he already stood beside the small, electric fountain flanked by artificial fronds on either side of the earthened packed ground. the space was more than enough for two combatants to engage in a sparring competition. except that my opponent was a vamp.
and unlike David and Allen, who'd agreed to teach me fencing for a few days, he wouldn't go easy on me like the two did.
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