They all looked at me with expectations, expectations to fail woefully and for them to laugh. But I was so going to disappoint them all, I had spent so many weeks training for the rematch and their looks and laughs were not going to weigh me down. Lucas passed me, not forgetting to hit my shoulders with his but I snickered in reply, showing him that I was not scared of him any longer.

We all got to the field, everyone found a place to settle down, leaving a large middle space for the fighters, which were me and Lucas.

I turned to Lucas who had already taken his shirt...