22 MONTHS LATER
Cleo
I watched as my opponent continued to circle around me, looking for an opening to take me down. The past two years of training had conditioned me for fighting and I loved it. I loved the thrill of the fight. The excitement. The adrenaline rush was like a drug to me. Morning training sessions like this were what I considered my ‘fun time.’
As my opponent continued to circle me, I began to get bored. I knew I would have to be the one to make the first move because if I let this circling continue any longer, I would die from boredom. When my opponent least expected it, I lunged at him, aiming low. My arms encircled his waist as I flipped into a death roll, dragging him to the ground. Once I had him on the ground, I pinned him, not allowing him any chance to move. Once
