How conceited was I? Part 2
But just because the girl got the wrong idea, didn't mean I had to correct her. "Do you give up or should I chop off some of your fingers?"
"I-I- Give up!" So much for her pride.
All the barriers disappeared and the girl fell on her feet.
"Three points. Well done." Mike clapped. Merin also clapped.
"Yes, well done. If you're that powerful, I'd have a hard time believing you'd just give up on your girl." Was this girl trying to cheer me up or piss me off? I couldn't pick.
At this point, I had a hard time believing too. But if Marg didn't want me, then there was nothing I could have done.
This felt awfully artificial so I just sighed and went to the side, and sat on a bench.
***
My next battle would take place exactly ten minutes later. So I had some free time to think. But think what? Just when I got the thoughts of Marg away from my mind… everything just came flooding back.