drenched  in sweat, sun kissed flesh are now covered
with dirt && scrapes scattering around whiskered cheeks. brows
furrowing, azure pools pierces through dark hooded contacts. a 
scowl, not of normal occurrence, planted itself onto once amiable 
features. 
                                    ‘ —che, i’d rather die strong than be weak. ’ 
quiet whisper coated with bitterness slipped past thin lips, hardened
gaze shifting back t’wards a pair of shadowed clones upfront.
though in a manner so casual, he lets the back of his palm dried
out little remains of hard earned moisture away from his face.
                          ‘ rather than nagging, it’d be nice if you’d 
                                               spar with me instead, ‘ttebayo. ’