He's the flashy type isn't he?
Well, I'm not. So I walk down the steps of the audience seat slowly.
Now, I'm just a few inches away from him— still approaching slowly.
I refuse to look at his face. My head is low, my mind simulating strategies. Strategies that are useless because I do not know his fighting style.
I'm five steps away from him now.
Four steps.
Three steps..
Two steps…
Breathe in Edward. Ease your pounding heart.
And breathe out.
Now that I'm having a better look at him. He's not that tall. In fact, he's just a few inches taller than me— a seven-year-old. Well, not a normal seven-year-old.
The warm breath from his nose caress the skin on my forehead.
And slowly— I raise my head upward to meet his gaze.
His deep black gaze stares down at me.
God, those eyes look like they'll swallow me.
"Begin." He says. And immediately, with almost blur like speed, he leaps back—Going about six steps away from me.
