~DANTE~
The screams erupted around me the second that I stepped into the ring. It helps cancel out the pain inside my heart. Images of Anya in front of me distract me for a second, but when my opponent takes his first swing at me, I'm back to defend myself.
I duck from his second attack and let him try again. My technique was to let them fight first, get them tired, and then hit them with most of my strength. So far, I've never met an opponent with whom I had to use every method I knew. None of them were stronger than me.
Maybe it was my emotional pain fueling my determination to win the matches. However, it wasn't even about winning; it was mostly about forgetting the grief inside of my heart, even if it was only for a few minutes.
I let my opponent get another punch at me; I ignor
