Marichi just shook his head as he wandered into the fighting area. How was it that this trickery had gotten him so far? The normally pacifist healer had gotten tricked into entering the competition through a promise of rare herbs for being able to prove himself. I thought that meant how quickly I can run in a race or something...never fighting. Not to mention the real prize...
His heart stopped in his chest at the thought.
Why was it that the idea of his first lost had bothered him so badly? So much that he had pulled his broken body together and attempted to try again...now here he was in the final stretch. To what though? The wild dog shook his head, I don't care...I just wanted a chance at herbs.
As he approached Kititi he had to grin at the ironies of fighting the dog that had tricked him in the first place. And now it's just the two of us... Despite his confusion there was one thing for certain that Marichi could feel in his soul and that was the desire to win.
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