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59. Challenged.
Where the strong thrives and the weak are left to die. That is where Tim Scam held his morals. He looked at everything as the course of nature. Those too weak or dumb were not fit to live. That is why he targeted the organization he once called home.
He was dissatisfied of his own work. He grew bored with each assignment, each proved to become easier to do or make over time. Being on the other side of the scale gave him a new purpose. His record became even more impressive.
But tonight, he stood on the roof of the tower. It was rather cold and he felt good about himself. It didn't matter that his body felt tired. It didn't matter that he was covered in fresh wounds that would make anyone cry. His opponent was in no better shape.
Here she was standing before him. All bloody and ragged. Her sweat coated her face as she held herself together. Her green eyes were flashing at him with so much rage and hatred that he felt almost proud to witness this himself. He gave her no mercy unlike the other two annoying friend of hers. He gave her no special treatment.
With her, he would always play to his full strength. With Samantha Simpson he would never hold back. He made that mistake once and she took him down harder than anyone else can come close to dreaming. That is why he deemed her a worthy rival.
Both of them took a step forward. They took a fighting stance and almost a split second passed before they charged at each other. Their fists raised and soon connected to each other's face. The impact was enough to send them both flying a few feet to the ground.
His body only screamed at him to stop and rest. Fight another day it said. You need medical attention. But he won't. Both got up again. Sam struggled to keep herself together. Her will was strong just like his. Seconds passed and they were exchanging blows, fist to fist and leg to leg. How they fought was like a bloody dance. Or like a final duel.
While she punched left, he chose to kick right. She grabbed his leg and threw him to the ground. He never gave her a chance to pin him down as he his other leg to throw her off of him. She fell and he took his chance.
Sam rolled away just in time and got up to deliver another punch. They both would never stop. They would never give up to one another. This was not a battle between good versus evil nor was it a battle between Whoop and L.A.M.O.S anymore. It was only just the two of them, challenging each other to the death.