"Let's do this Wolfie." I charge.

I slam my sword into his. All this time, I've been training myself. I've been training myself to be the best. Yet always the little wolf outshined me for no reason at all. They just adored him when I was the far more superior assassin and criminal hero. I throw Wolf back.

I charge at him once again. He tries to stab me. I grab his blade with my hand. I swing him around. He looks up at me. I stick my tongue out at him like a little baby kid. I throw him back. He slams into the ground.

"Are you even trying?" I raise an eyebrow.

"It's *pant* *pant* been a while." He stands up.

"I imagine so." I charge again.

"Go Wolf! Go!" Shark screams.

Our swords clash into each other's again. I throw him back. My heart is in a fiery rampage. Hate is burning within me. I hate him so much. I've hated him the first day I met him. I slice his back open. He growls. I'm surprised he's not on all fours. I charge. He charges. He opens his mouth and bares his teeth. I dodge his sword. I wince as my leg strains. He quickly charges and knocks the blade out of my hand. Wolf manages to slam the sword into my side. I wince. 

"Ow." I say.

"Hah. Youa sked for it Shotgun." He says.

"So do you." I pull out a knife from my pocket.

I slam it into his chest. He pulls away in a startle.

"An eye for an eye friend." I say.