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KELLY THOMPSON'S POV As I stood at the forefront of our gathered warriors, I felt the weight of responsibility pressing heavily on my shoulders. I could see the determination etched on the faces of my comrades, their eyes reflecting the flickering flames of our torches and the urgency of the moment. The air was thick with anticipation, each warrior poised for the impending clash. I took a deep breath, grounding myself in the knowledge that we had trained hard for this day. "Remember why we fight!" I shouted, my voice ringing out over the murmurs of anxiety. "We fight for our families, for our future, and for the bonds that unite us! No darkness can extinguish the light we carry within us!"

New. Exactly what we needed. What we've always needed. A reason to keep going. Keep fighting. Keep living. For her. For all of them. For each other. However long it takes. Whatever it costs. We'll survive. Because that's what we do.

Sand most likely being found in places that she wouldn't like to recall again. "Never have I ever been in a fight." I suggested whilst grinning playfully at Josh, knowing that my words were specifically referring to the only times Josh and I had had more than a three sentence conversation. Once when I provided the first aid after a fight, most likely. And the other after I had spotted Ryan's beaten up face on the football, along with everyone else at school.

“You said it yourself—we are faster and stronger than normal people.” Patrick half-shrugged. “I guess you’re going to have to trust me.” Levi mentally rolled his eyes. As if.

Anthony roared, advancing with a threatening grin. I managed to get up, but my legs shook. Every time I tried to fight back, it was brutally returned. As he threw me down on my back, I could just about raise myself up again. I already felt weak, my breath came in gasps, and it wouldn't take much more of this. Why do you persist in your fighting?" Anthony growled, the hint of a sneer in his voice. "You're merely dragging out the inevitable." "I'm fighting because I have to," I retorted, forcing myself to stay upright. "Because if I don't, you'll keep on causing damage."

We walked in silence for a while before I finally spoke. "I'm tired of fighting," I said. "I'm tired of defending myself and people thinking the worst of me." "I know," he said. "But you can't give up, not now." "Why not?" I asked. "What's the point of fighting when I'm always going to lose?" "You're not going to lose," he said. "You're stronger than all of them combined." "I don't feel strong," I said. "You are though," he said. "You've survived things that would've destroyed most people. You're still here, that's strength."

"You promised me, Kael. You promised you wouldn't leave." He looked away. His jaw was tight. His fists were clenched. "I can't just sit here while they hurt the people I love." "Then don't sit. But don't run off half-cocked either." I stood up. My legs were unsteady, but I didn't let myself fall. "Protect us by staying alive. That's how you win. Not by dying in a blaze of glory. By living. By being here tomorrow and the day after and the day after that."

Never show your opponent what cards you hold in your hand. Fighting is both a game of strategy and preservation. You fight to protect your people, who count on you. Whoever comes out on top is stronger; they’re the ones to be feared. You hold that title until you fall. To be the best and remain at the top, you must always believe you can improve. You must believe that you don’t deserve the title constantly proving yourself to others daily, that you earned it. Practice until you bleed, until your body aches, and keep pushing until your limbs are too heavy to move and breathing burns your lungs.

Forever forward. Forever fighting. Forever refusing to surrender. That was the legacy. That was the mission. That was everything. And it would not die without the greatest battle they could give. Not now. Not ever. Never.

Traumatized by watching six allied clubs die in minutes. "Anyone who wants to leave, leave," I said. "No judgment. No shame. You have given enough." Nobody moved. "Did you not hear me? Six clubs just died. Six hundred people. X is not going to stop. He is going to keep killing until—" "Until we stop him," Hammer interrupted. "Or until we die trying. Those are the only options that matter." "We cannot win—" "Maybe not. But we can fight. And sometimes fighting is enough. Sometimes refusing to surrender is the victory." Hammer looked at the others. "Who is with me?"