Get To The Breach

Part 8

I looked over at Stacker the moment he asked.
"Absolutely not, we stick to the list," he said sternly.
"Why, you're afraid to put your best in the ring with me?"
Stacker looked my way and nodded for me to make my way to the ring. I got tossed someone's stick. Put my boots aside and took off my grey hoodie to reveal my PPDC black tank top.
"Remember this isn't a fight, its to check our drift, but I'm not laying off on you," Raleigh said slightly taking his stance on the opposite end of the mat.
"Please don't," I said taking my stance. I and Raleigh have always had a drift. Whenever we would practice together we both felt the way we connected. I was soon was brought out of my thought to the pressure of his staf colliding with mine. I pushed till my staf slid off him and pushed him off his balance and pulled his staf above his head and brought my foot to his neck with his laying on the floor.

"0-1" mako said telling everyone the score.

The next round started and to my attention, my lose grip made the worse of me and I ended up dropping my staf and it rolled to the other end of the mat. Shit. I quickly tried my best to grab it back but Raleigh beat me to it, picked up both. He quickly pushed me in the stomach which ended me on my back and he quickly made the two pole ends pushing my palms into the ground.                                                                                                          

"1-1".

More rounds pasted and it was now tied 3-3. the last round was to determine who the winner would be. It started with me hitting Raleigh in the back of the knee making it weak and him hitting my mid bicep. The stronger I would hit him, the stronger he would hit me back. More and more people started to show up and there were some cheers there and then up it mostly was the sound of my and Raleigh's  breaths and the sound of the stafs clashing together.  Some of the hits he would end up throwing at me would end up me grieving inside from the pain. 

I soon got him on a hold around the neck with the staf at his throat but I was soon thrown to the ground onto my back and was knocked the wind out of me. I layed there for a few seconds seeing if I would still be able to breathe. 

 "4-3. Mr. Becket wins" Mako said facing us.

I got helped up by the extra hand Raleigh held out for me to take. He pulled me up and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. 

We soon both bowed and waited for a response from Pentecost.