A Challenger Approaches (Match)

The anger is burning hot within me with every word spewing from his mouth.

I hear people muttering nervously, but I ignore them.

I’m much more focused on the vile oaf in front of me talking down to me. 

Does this idiot really think he could ever be a match for me? 

I glare at him as I feel my magic aching to be released.

He’ll soon know who the weak one is.

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