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28. Prompt: Poison

Flight or fight, his instincts had said.

Flight, he picked.

And so it began: running, twisting and turning in an attempt to flee.

Fight chose him.

The mad rush of adrenaline rising.

Fear shoved down deep.

One more bully to deal with.

Feint, parry, attack, evade.

It wasn't enough.

Blood dripped from torn skin to land silently.

He could feel it, rushing, burning through his veins.

It was the deadliest poison known.

A single, shuddering breath of disbelief sounds.

He falls to his knees.

Tears of failure fall.

Wait: a moment of disbelief.

Tears of healing fall.

He has won.