Redsand Canyon prolix

The impact hurt, though Atreus didn’t even notice at first. He had managed to shove the Imperator backward a few steps, which gave him an immense sense of satisfaction. He began to smile, then the pain hit him and he grimaced instead.

His energy and fury drained from him and he panted, Okay, I need to tap out.

It rankled a bit, yet Atreus thought back on his maneuvers and felt a slight satisfaction in his performance. Was he an excellent fighter? No. Was there a lot of room to improve? Yes. Would he keep trying and get better over time? Abso-fuckin’-lutely.