"Well we have a winner! Damon Darkfell wins by the opponent's forfeit!" Instructor Lee wildly announced.
Delilah's gaze at me grew complicated, but there was a grudging acceptance in those eyes. The acceptance that I was better than her, at least when it came to combat strength.
The frames above us flickered once more as two images were enlarged and pushed forward.
The instructor waved both Delilah and I back to the stands.
"Bro, you were awesome." Dion gave me a thumbs up. I solemnly shook my head. "You got it all wrong, I'm not awesome, I'm super awesome." I said with a straight face.
"Uhhh... are you sure you're okay?" Dion playfully poked my shoulder." While I chatted with Dion, the clownish instructor continued.
"For the next match, we have the myth, the legend, the omega prodigy, and the crown jewel of this generation, Alistair Von Drake!" The Instructor's words hyped the crowd up.
