With that, both of them vanished from their seats as they streaked towards the battlefield. They landed with deft ease as they waited for the signal to commence the battle.
Hilton stared at Finch with a smirk. He already knew that Finch was Asher's friend, and since he couldn't touch Asher, he might as well beat up Asher's friend. This was his own form of retaliation, and he was going to enjoy it. But first, he would start by humiliating the boy.
"Begin."
Thomasinho's voice echoed from above as he gave the signal.
Neither Finch nor Hilton Zarik rushed towards the other. They simply stared into each other's eyes in silence, as though waiting to see who would make the first move.
Seeing Finch neither speak nor move, Hilton simply assumed that Finch understood the difference in strength between them as he began to speak. "If you kneel with your forehead touching the ground, I might just end your misery quickly," he said, his tone arrogant.
