...Old was having a day, a very bad day.

Old laid on the snow, bleeding violently, his breath heavy. Idate stood over the shark with a smug demeanor, his hands in his pockets. Idate had won the fight with ease, and he had no scratches on him. "What's the matter, old man?" Idate asked mockingly, "You tired already?" He then stomped his foot violently into Old's lower back, pressing the heel of his shoe firmly into Old's spine. Idate looked down on Old with a cocky expression, a sly smile on his face. Idate took a long and slow drag his cigarette, the tip of the cigarette lighting up bright orange as the chemicals within it burned. As Idate exhaled the smoke, he exhaled a long trail saying, "Of course you're tired. You're old, literally." Idate chuckled at his own joke, his sly smile turning into a grin.

Old winced in pain as Idate dug his heel into his lower back, but he still tried to rebuttal nonetheless, he still could of won... However, as soon as Old tried to speak back, Idate snickered and stomped on Old with force. He dug his heel into Old's body again, keeping a firm pressure. "Oh please, as if I’d lose to something as pathetic as a shark.”