Lake Rodney I know I used to love him

He was beaten, he knew that as soon as her jaws brushed the furthest hairs of his neck. He was exhausted, having overexerted himself with attacks that failed to hit hard enough. A part of him was rattled at this, frustrated with his own failure. Not that the stakes were high — he was more interested in the challenge than the prize. He fell to the ground as gracefully as he could manage, letting out a soft gust of air as he landed, slightly winded. He looked up to her and grinned. Nakupa mkono. You fight well. He says, slightly out of breath.