The Mitchells and the Lokes

PYRO'S POV

In a world where there is predator and prey, what would you choose to be? A predator who lives by killing others or a prey who hides in its cave to survive and protect itself?

People encounter different degrees of suffering, it depends on how you deal with it, but in my world, there is no other choice, except to fight. Be a warrior on your own. If not… you will face death.

"Faster!" Hali was dodging Colden's attack. He had a smirk on his lips while Colden was trembling in every strike he did.

"Faster, strengthen your hit! You are so weak! How would you be a king if you were shaking!" Hali used his index finger, pointing at Colden while moving it into 'come here' gesture.

I was just sitting on the above-level tree while watching them. Those are my brothers, taking their training for today.

"Pyro!" Hali put down his arnis, stomped on the soil heavily while moving closer to my location. He looked up. "Get down! I do not want to take training with Colden! It was no thrill at all! I didn't even sweat!"

I prepared myself to jump into the height. When I was in mid-air, I twisted my body so that I could fall straight on my feet, without any injury.

I stared at Hali with my cold eyes. "What fight do you want? An excessive sweat training or a bloody one?"

A smirk formed on his lips. "A bloody one."

I did not respond to his words, I grabbed the arnis instead, stuck my feet on the ground while moving it into a slightly angled side. The knees were facing the same direction as my feet. The feet and knees alignment is one of the powerful defenses, it can lessen the leakage of force and ensure a comfortable attacking position.

When my head moved aside, I viewed Colden, looking down. When his head went up, he was a spark of disappointment. "I'm sorry, Pyro."

I kept my mouth shut. When I gazed at Hali, he did an expected attack, the arnis were flying in a straight direction. It was about to hit my head, but I moved in my side, resulting in it falling into the soil. Without me hurting.

"A cheater." The voice of mine was soft, emotion did not change.

"A cheater always wins, Pyro. If you are kind in terms of the battle. They might betray you without you knowing." After his lines, he immediately ran towards me, hitting me with his arnis into a left slant movement.

I jumped three times backward. He continued to strike me with his arnis, but for me, it was a weak defense. He was doing the same rhythm of hitting. Left and right. Left and right. It was repeating all over, the opponent might memorize his tactic.

He hit me again on my right, I held his arnis. He was forcing it to pull back, but I was just holding it slightly, with no effort, no applying strength at all. He was having difficulty.

In an instant, I threw my arnis in the side and gave him a strong punch on his stomach. He groaned as the result of my strike.

"A cheater can be cheated by others, too." I watched him twisting his body.