"Whoa!" Beta Ezra shouts, as he loses balance and sways to the side.
Why, you ask?
Because of my well-aimed blow, of course.
Yeah, I deserve a pat on the back.
"Phoo," I blow my knuckles the way James Bond blows his gun after firing with it, shooting The Beta a victorious smirk.
But just before he could fall completely, he somehow magically regains his equilibrium, and straightens himself up. He puts his hands on his knees, and exhales for a few seconds. He then looks up, his eyebrows like mine, dripping with sweat.
He smirks. "Better,"
My grin drops.
"'Better'?" I exclaim in shock, "I just made 'The Beta', the one who could, 'kill a Wolf in three seconds' fall to the ground—"
"Almost," He interrupts,
"—and all you can say is, 'Better'?!" I holler, glaring at him.
"Okay. That was kinda good," He admits begrudgingly, dusting his palms.