Steve laughs to himself: Look at this guy, what an absolute nut job. He forgets that I’ve seen him fight before and I know that he’s not that good. Besides, I’m twice as strong now.

He closes the pocket on the leg of his fatigues to secure the flares. He doesn’t want to lose any in the fight and rolls his shoulders to loosen up. Mark moves toward him slowly, hopping and bouncing like he is some prize fighter. He growls at Steve: Come on freak, time to die!

Steve removes the swords from his back and places them on the ground. He wants to fight this idiot old school and teach him a lesson. As Mark hops back and forth, slowly inching his way towards him, his eyes flicker up and down observing Steve from head to toe. He’s