Uppercut, jaw. Hit. Dodge right hook. Round house kick to the face. Miss. Fail to dodge punch in the gut. The opponent grins, but not for long. Open hand to the throat. Hit. He chokes. Now I'm grinning. He readies his stance once more. He fights in rage. There's no control. He misses each shot, but I don't. I pivot and trip him. He lies on his back, struggling to breathe. I place my foot in the middle of his chest.
"Looks like I win again, brother." I tell him.
"It's not over yet!" He pulls me to the ground by my foot. He rolls and sits on my stomach, my arms pinned by his. Sweat beads down my face and my hair sticks to my face, as does his. We both breathe heavily and I grunt in frustration.
"Admit it, Al. I win!" He says.
"Never!" I push my weight and roll on him. He lands with an 'Oof!'. Now he's pinned. He tries to roll like I did, but I'm too strong. "Ha, I'm stronger than you!" I stood and laughed. He sat up and smirked. My face falls. "What?"
"You just think you've won." He crossed his arms across his chest.
"W-What do you mean? I know I've won, I beat you!" I yelled at him.
"You think you beat me." He stood and stepped toward me.
"What are you talking about, brother?" I was seriously panicking now. His evil grin was scaring me. I was starting to feel dizzy. "Wha-What… did you do to me?" I swayed.
"I win." A bright flash reveals Envy. He holds up an empty syringe. Everything was blurring and the area around me began to spin. I fell to the ground as I slipped away, Envy's grin still haunting me even in death.