110| Yield
Neo needed to get himself together. Fast, too. If he kept on rolling around like a little animal, there was no chance that he would win this match.
Just as he had that thought, Neo felt a sharp pain on his back. He let out a closed-mouth groan as Zander turned him around with his boots and pressed the sole against his sternum.
Neo couldn't fucking breathe. The low level pheromones increased and filled every inch of the room.
Zander scrunched up his nose, displaying his first emotion which was disgust. But he got over it quickly and pinned his full concentration on Neo.
Neo's hands were on the boot, trying to push the leg away, but his efforts were feeble. His joints hadn't fully recovered from their icy state. The pheromones, the ringing in his ears, and his tired body were all acting against his favor at this moment.
Zander looked down at Neo, disappointment filling those black eyes.
"Is that all?" he said, genuinely curious. "Won't you fight??"
