An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Number 24 folded his arms and sized up Number 95 with scorn and disbelief.

He couldn't help but scoff at the sight of the skinny, hobbling kid stepping into the ring. He felt that Number 95 had underestimated the challenge ahead.

"Although you're tall and muscular, it doesn't mean you can beat me," Number 95 stated flatly.

"I can't beat you?" Number 24 chuckled.

He taunted, "Kid, do you even know what you're saying? With your twig-like frame, I could squash you with one hand!"

"Really? Why don't you give it a try?" Number 95 remained unfazed as he stared at Number 24 without flinching.

Despite his smaller stature, he emitted a strong presence.

"Fine. It seems like you won't get it until I school you!" Number 24 sneered as he drew his long blade out of its sheath.

as he

weapon!" Number 24 pointed his blade at him

to deal with you," Number 95 replied calmly

hardened, and his eyes flashed

by his opponent, he wasted no time and charged

He just gripped the hilt and

yet effective strike with no frills, but it packed

had only two choices—attack or dodge. Given their size difference, he knew launching an attack wasn't the

Number 24 more

matter which option his opponent chose, there was only one possible outcome:

Number 95 didn't dodge or step back. Instead, he

poison needles shot out from his crutch, which