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// To fight for one’s life 
// Story: A fight no one asked for 
// by Funkierparty 
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Match Felt everything come to a crawl. As if everything was in slow motion. The surrounding was fairly blurry as all his focus was on a certain individual standing before him. Everything hit him all at once he was in a fight. But not just any fight, a fight for his life and for the lives of everyone that was around him. His current mission was to distract this angry violent beast (whatever he is) Buy as much time as possible. He didn’t know why he was getting himself in this position he could simply just run away something drove him.

He was currently sliding across the ground looking up at the enraged beast that held his massive mace over his head, aiming it directly for him. All his senses came back to him as he nearly dodged his attack the maze slamming into the ground causing dirt to Fly all around.

The best roared out in anger has he tried swinging the Weapon across, aiming it towards Match’s back. Luckily he had tripped and fell over having the weapon barely grazed his black hair. Match dived Forward, rolling onto his back. But as soon as he got his feet he was met with a knee to the face. He fell back onto his back holding his nose in pain. He looked up to see the beast holding his mess over his head aiming it directly for the center of his chest. Match rolled off to his left as the Beast’s weapon collided with the ground. 

Match knew he had to act fast and saw an opening. Matt shifted his weight onto his right hand and with all his might he slammed both his feet into the beast face mask, causing a few cracks to appear. With the same momentum match Was sent rolling a few feet away before stumbling back onto his feet.

Match noticed that the beast took a few steps back recalling in pain. He looked down to his hands and was impressed by his own acrobatics that he just performed. 

“AAAAAAAA YOOUUU.....BASTARD CHILD” The beast yelled out in anger. “PLAY TIME IS OVER!!! I WILL FINISH YOU AND CONTINUE MY MISSION”.

‘ oh man he’s mad now. what have I got myself into? no time to complain, now I got to go all out!! your in this now. IT’S DO OR DIE MATCH’. Match thought to himself, trying to hype himself up for what’s to come.

Match charged forward and begin rolling, dodging, and maneuvering around the beast as he swung his weapon around angrily. Managing to either scratch him a few times or nearly take Match’s head off. In Any case match was trying as hard as he can to fight back but what does clunky armor it was hard to find a place that he could hit that would actually do any damage. Until he managed to see a small opening in between is chess piece an opening just big enough for his fist he just had to get close, which was the hard part. We had to make an attempt.

Match finally took a few feet back trying to catch his breath. He has no idea how long he could keep this up. At this point he was just messing around and I was going to get him killed. So he prepared himself, he stretched out his arms and cross them in front of him something all the strength he could. he raised both his arms over his head and then simultaneously stomping his right foot onto the ground bringing him down to a low stance while spreading his arms wide and low.

“RRRAAAAA COME OOOON!!!!” The beast yelled, readying his weapon.

‘ you got this Match...... this is probably going to hurt‘ he said to himself as he charge forward once again.

Match dodged his weapon as he did he finally began to notice a pattern in his attacks that he was beginning to catch on to. He then slid in between the beast legs waiting for him to turn around. on cue he did just so, swinging his massive weapon around behind him. Match managed to maneuver his way back in front of him finally seen the opening he needed. A small gap in his armor showing a pocket fur. With all his might Match brought his fist upwards slamming it into the side of the beast. He grilled out in pain but was quick to recover has he tried to bring down his fist on top of Match’s head. luckily match had seen this and dodged accordingly spinning around to the beast’s right side. He decided to take this opportunity and try something risky in an attempt to inflict even more damage. he climbed on and grabbing a hold of a piece of armor on his shoulder throwing himself upward and slamming his elbow into The beast face shattering a piece Of its mask. 

Match fell to the ground on all fours. He looked back in shock seeing the monster recoil and pain holding his hand over his face. Match take this opportunity to try and gain some distance from. Match picked up his leg and slander and knee of the beast trying to push himself away. But sadly that attempt backfired. Match Felt the monster grab his ankle tightly his sharp claws digging into his leg drawing blood. Match look back and shock his face filled with whore as he saw the glowing green eye peeking from behind the broken mask glaring down at him with a pure unimaginable rage.

Match flipped himself over and desperately tried to crawl away, digging his fingers into the ground before being dragged backwards and then becoming weightless. The beast used all his might to throw match over his head, slamming him onto the ground. 

As Match laid on his back groaning in pain, this is when he realized the tables where beginning to turn and he found himself in a really bad position. Before match could even react the beast grabbed his left forearm and held him up in the air. Match desperately punched and Claude at the beast palm that was wrapped around his forearm. But when he looked forward into the beasts eye He realize that there was no point fighting anymore. He had to survive now and hope help will come.

As Match desperately tried to break out of The beast grip he felt a fist collide with the stomach knocking all of the air out of his lungs and sending him flying through the air once again. Just for a moment he blacked out but when he came to he saw himself lying at the base of the steps to the main entrance of the school. As match looked around trying to gain his composure he noticed the beast angrily stopping towards him. 

“ Play time is over child!!! I will make you suffer from getting in my way.” The best grout as he slowly approach.

Match couldn’t think straight. he felt dizzy, he felt sick, and most of all he felt...afraid. He tried to stand but fell onto his knees holding his forearm in pain. He looked around frantically before realizing that he had nowhere to go I can barely move. He looked down shutting his eyes tight as tears were beginning to flow.

‘What.. what do I do?What do I do? WHAT DO I—-‘ Match’s thoughts were cut off as he heard and felt the beasts massive mace slam onto the ground in front of him. He looked up in shock just for a moment until they had one more surge of adrenaline kicked in. 

With all his strength match picked up his right leg and slammed his foot onto the ground attempting to straighten out his back and push himself up while tightening his right hand into a fist.

‘NO I have to keep going I have to do something there’s people in danger I have to at least try to get up get up YOUR NOT DONE YET MAT—-‘ while attempting to stand himself back up the beast performed an uppercut, slamming the mace in to the center of his chest sending his body twirling backwards. He felt himself slam through the glass doors of the main entrance and slid backwards a few feet on his back until he stoped in the center of the lobby.

Match attempted to sit up but fell back feeling a sharp pain in his chest he looked down to see The front of his shirt torn off and a large scar across his gray chest. Match attempted to look around his surroundings I want to notice his vision was completely blurred. But for just a moment he noticed someone standing behind him, someone with pink hair who look to be frozen in shock. That was the last thing he could see before he inevitably lost consciousness.