What it Takes
Heather tried to focus as she crouched, clutching her knees. She had one more match, but her ribs still hurt from her last opponent. If she wasn’t able to beat the next one quickly…
She pushed the thought from her mind and focused on her breathing. Each breath was agony, but nothing was broken.
She lifted her eyes and locked them with the giant of a man standing across from her. His left eye was swollen shut from his previous fight, but otherwise he looked fine.
Spitting, she straightened and urged on the crown as they placed their wagers.