He walks up and down the row like an officer talking to his soldiers. Akin looks up to the balcony and sees Lin smiling down at him. As he pulls out his hand, there’s blood on it. He demanded a rematch and this time he wasn’t holding back. She’s a great fighter. Akin looks at them surprised. On the bottom and the top of society at the same time. Nothing innocent about that.”
As he was speaking Lin opened one of the chests. Lin looks at his wide chest. There is only him and his opponent. “Let’s start by talking.”
“You want to talk?” Akin asks. Two undefeated champions going at each other, swing after swing. “I could still just buy you, set you free.”
Now it’s Akin that’s shaking his head. “I think I’m pretty happy with your face,” he says and plants a kiss on her cheek, “It’s priceless.”
Hard to tell in this lighting but did her cheeks just flush red? The sand beneath the two fighters is still hot.
