Targeting Tuss

Today, Tyrone was extra courageous. He fought like his life depended on it, unafraid of getting hurt himself if it meant he could wound his opponent more. In the end, he narrowly won against Herbert.

Once the match was over, both boys were unrecognizable, their handsome faces bruised and battered. They both had to be helped out of the arena.

"Take...me...to Yuri," Tyrone managed to say.

Daleks rolled his eyes at Tyrone's plea for Yuri, the mention of her name sounding far too heartfelt for his liking. "Ease up, man," he said, sounding sour. "Don't make it obvious."

Tyrone turned to look at him, his swollen eyes barely open. Yet, even this thin slit was enough to show his irritation. Lowering his voice, he said, "You guys kept secrets from me."

Daleks rolled his eyes again. "We're keeping secrets from everyone in the Alliance, you're just one of them."

Tyrone stayed silent after that.