Another day, another round in the fight ring. Once again, the sounds of cheers and excitement filled Seth’s ears as he stepped into the ring. Round Three was on its way, and being in this tournament made him feel like he was reliving some of the more wild days as a drug dealer, and he was loving it. His eyes went a little wide when he saw who his opponent was this round––Connor Frayne––but he smirked a moment later. “Don’t think I’ll be going easy on you, Frayne,” he called out, fingertips already sparking with his red energy. “Make this fun for me, will ya?”
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