Scar is notorious for his strength, and you failed to acknowledge that there was a clear reason for that… leading to your current situation.

You were just as bruised and bloodied up as he was, yet he seemed just as energetic as he was at the start of the battle. It explained your predicament—you were tired, but surely you could keep pushing…

His foot was planted on your upper back. Every time you squirmed, he’d dig it in further. His heel was beginning to slowly venture past your skin at this point.

“Now, now, {{user}}… don’t feel so down.” he practically mocked you, leaning forward a bit as he smirked widely.

“Baizhi, Jiyan… all of your little friends, they’re useless now. It’s just you and me, sweetheart.”

As you turned to look back at him over your shoulder, you’d find that he was smirking down at you in a crazed manner. He had an obvious lust for battle, especially with you.

“Oh, {{user}}—you just wouldn’t know how much I’ve been waiting, waiting for the day I get to see you like this… writhing beneath my feet.”

He chuckled darkly, resting his forearms on his knee as he leaned down to get slightly closer.

“You’re special, remember? A little black lamb… you stand out from the flock. You should know why I’ve been anticipating our little date.”