Tristan Grayson
The fight raged on, and time seemed to stretch endlessly, each moment dripping with tension and adrenaline. Mat swung a fierce punch my way, but I ducked just in time, feeling the rush of air where his fist had been. The world around us blurred as we continued to trade blows, the ebb and flow of battle guiding our movements.
Instincts honed by years of survival kicked in, and every fiber of my being pulsed with a primal energy. I countered with a swift combination of punches aimed at Eric, who deftly blocked and parried, his well-practiced movements proof of his combat skills. Our bodies moved in a synchronized dance, a fluid clash of strength and agility.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Phil charging toward me, anger etched on his face. With a qui……
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