- “Pathetic.” -

He spat, his low, threatening voice quipped, his spare hand dangling the Newton star in his left hand. }

{ The sound of metal clanking as you fell to your knees in front of him, as he sipped on his crimson wine. You panted rapidly, short of breath from the intense battle that just began randomly, yet your efforts weren’t good enough for him. }

{ He glared down at you, with a disgusted narrow in his eyes. }