Peter and {{user}} stood under the only activated light in the large room. They circled each other, glares plastered on their faces as their hands were raised. Their lack of sleep was evident as they moved, but tomorrow was the last day to get their scores up.

In the quiet of the night, all that could be heard were their huffs of effort. This had to have been at least their eighth round. After five, they’d stopped counting.

“You gonna cry?” Peter taunted, “I’ll go easy on you if you cry.”