the Callens: Story Of Matt

No. 19 Stay away from Reenie's legs

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I was fuming with rage,

No, not rage, but a kind of fury and determination, a determination to not only of staying alive to but of winning this stupid test,

"Were test supposed to be so dangerous?" Occured in the back of my mind,

But I pushed it even further into the depths of my memory, concentrating on my match,

I had realised that his speed was his weak point as well as his insecurity,

And I was planning to poke him where it hurts..

Yes, yet again.

You would've thought I would change tactics after such a nasty beatdown

But no, stubborn one, I am!

I ran round and round, this time deciding better than to poke the guy again,

I had something else thought out..

I remembered the type of attack the Beyblade victory valtryek,

The way it spun around its prey, closing in and in and then attacking all around in a pattern, going in and out,

I did... The same thing, going near him for having a stab at him with my shield, and backing before he could retort with his,

Every stab took a lot from me as well as him, slowly but steadily I was gaining momentum, my speed increasing, my sight improving, I registered the fact that I was using touchsight without any outside help, continuously without blanks,

It felt weird, familiar even, I knew what my opponent we're gonna do even before he did it, just like the byakugan or observation haki,

Yet I realised this won't be enough to take down Rick, who had took many such hits from me before,

After continuing this for over five minutes I decided the best way to overcome my low strength was to gain velocity, it will increase the damage dealt, or atleast that's what I thought,

I ran towards him trying to stab him again, but that failed, since he blocked it, but that's exactly what I wanted,

I flung myself into the air, with the help of our clashes impact,

Now that I was airborne, I spun like a screwdriver, pointing the shield at his head

I didn't think he would ever survive such a hit, that corkscrew smash was drilling in his head with more and more power,

Fortunately for me he couldn't block the attack I was anticipating to bring me victory,

Slowly my velocity stopped,.and I jumped back to take a good look at my opponent,

There he was, barely standing, blood. Trickling down his head,

And he collapsed,