"May the best mutant win."
*BANG*
The gun was fired. The signal was given.
Soren and his opponent, Number 130, had all eyes on them–both in the arena and throughout Desper and its surrounding regions.
The pressure had not yet mounted in Soren. While the man took the fight seriously because of his desire to win, he was unaware of the wager placed on him by his sponsor's fiery tongue.
Soren didn't know he was not only fighting for a chance into Neveah, but also to avoid being left alone with the mysterious, unknown, and powerful organization...and Jin Peng.
'Win this, Soren. Please win.'
Tamsin pleaded, watching from the Private Wing, she had no way of leaving until both fights ended.
'You better win this, damn it. We've put more time and effort into you this year than we ever have.'
