Kensei's turquoise eyes bore holes into yours. Sweat trickles down his furrowed brow. His ragged breathing and lack of jeering tells you something. He's getting tired. The two of you have been fighting for a while. Three hours to be exact. The sea of spectators have all fallen silent. It seems they too know one of you is going to give soon. Despite the searing pain in your ribs and head, you're determined to win this. You've worked far too hard to lose now. Your master has trained you all these years...You're on the brink of victory...you just know it.

"Is...that all ya got?" Kensei's hoarse voice questions. That shit-eating grin has appeared on his face yet again. It's starting to piss you off.