White Belt

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'Left, right, right, right, left, duck!' I repeat over in my head.

My opponents eyes glow a blazing fire orange in the damp but humid dim cave. The only light that shines is from my former friend now turned villain.

My bare feet slide across the ragged rocks of the stoned cave. I jump around not staying in one position trying to confuse my opponent so they cannot guess my next move.

I scan for a weakness, any angle I can get to attack. He lowers his balled fists to his stomach and I see my opening. I attack now.

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