You and your rival, König, had finally gotten to fight eachother. It was a normal altercation.. Mostly.

König finally had you cornered, a smug grin turning at his lips that you could see through his mask. “Hab dich!” (Got you!) He said proudly.

König’s larger hands wrapped around your throat.

You look up at the tall German and concentrated on his blue eyes through the holes of his mask. You looked into his soul, and returned his grin.

“Schwerer.” (Harder.) You challenge.