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The Streets [3/3]

Wry's POV

I wake up with light shining brightly into my eyes, causing me to turn to the side. "Comfy...", I thought, sitting up and rubbing my eyes gently with each hand. I open my eyes fully, seeing that I woke up in one of the hotel beds and that the group was nowhere in sight. I sigh and get up, walking over to my suitcase and grabbing fresh clothing. I slip into a bright yellow crop-top, black ripped jeans, and brown army boots. As I exit the room, I tie up my long silver hair into a ponytail. I then jog outside, immediately spotting Ash and John fighting, each having long thin pipes. 

Ash seemed to be sweating a lot, as he wipes his forehead with his back right hand. I sigh gently and pick up another pipe beside a bench nearby. "Ash... Back up.", I say, yawning a bit. He nods quickly and runs to the bench for safety. I drag the pipe lazily behind me, a hand covering my mouth as I yawn again. My distance from John was around 20 feet, a good space between us. "3! 2! 1!", I yell, then sprint towards John. Once at a good range, I jump and swing my pipe down, slamming it into his shoulder. John staggers back, but of course, not a lot of damage was done. I immediately jump back, giving more space. I'll have to admit, I was intimidated by John. Out of our 15 battles, I only won 3. John charges at me, slamming his pipe into my stomach, causing me to roll on my side. Luckily, I manage to hop back onto my feet, wincing a bit from the blow. I sprint at John again, jumping and swinging, but this time he blocks and my pipe slams into his. We keep on this for around 15 more minutes before I staggered back, raising a hand to say "You win.". 

John cheers loudly in victory as I walk tiredly to the bench to sit down next to Ash. Ash claps gently, smiling. "You did pretty well. John seems extremely strong. You held up better than I did.", he laughs, scratching the back of his head. I laugh and lean back, relaxing on the wooden bench. "Thanks... One day you'll be better than I am.", I chuckle. John walks over to us and sits beside Ash, seeming to be a bit tired. "Good match, good match...", he mumbles. I groan a bit, slumping down against the wooden board supporting my back. "Go easier on me next time...", Ash says, his voice fading back as my eyes closed from exhaustion.

[This Chapter is "dedicated" towards Ash. Ash, you have progressed extremely well. Your skills building up each time you train with me or John. I can say that you're stronger than me, definitely. Keep up your good work!]