Everything

Harry slowly steps into the makeshift fighting ring that'd been set out by the tribesman... He was currently shirtless and just wearing his shorts as it was apparently required by tradition. This of course revealed the many scars littering his body, most courtesy of the Dursleys... He would be ashamed of this, but the presence of scars he'd earned made him somewhat more comfortable.

He had a few claw marks from the first Kobold he'd ever fought, as well as the scar he received by that corpse biting him in the side. Of course, the sight of these things on such a young boy had shocked those watching... Even the hardened warriors grimaced slightly at them, only now realising that this 'young master' hadn't exactly had it easier than they had.

Harry was pretty nervous about fighting Adebayo, knowing that he wasn't all that well versed in unarmed combat, nor was he stronger than a seasoned warrior... Still, he wanted to get stronger, and he trusted that Kali knew what she was doing...

Adebayo steps forth while wearing nothing but simple leathers that hide his crotch. He looks at Harry with a contemplative eye but shakes his head after a moment, as if he were seriously considering something but rejecting it. "Are you sure you wish to fight me?"

Harry clenches his fists, takes a final glance at Kali and nods. "I do." he states while dropping into a stance, feet evenly spread apart with fists held up firmly.

Adebayo just nods and moves into his own stance, one that looks very peculiar... His feet were fine, like how Harry had expected, but it was his posture and arms that threw him off. Was he going to wrestle him?

Harry shakes his head and steps forwards, seeing as Adebayo had decided to start defensively, Harry makes the first attack. Sending a jab at the taller man's face. It's quick, perhaps as quick as a trained teenager... But, it still wasn't enough.

Adebayo shifts his head to the side, the punch grazing past his head and doing minimal damage as he launched an attack of his own. Harry's eyes widen as he spots the punch slipping past his guard and approaching his face.

*THWAP!*

Harry was thrown backwards, almost tripping up as he feels his nose instantly break from the punch... Blood streams down his face from the mangled bones and cartilage. Still, Harry had experienced pain far worse than this, so after getting over the initial shock, he composes himself enough for Adebayo's next attack.

The warrior throws a front kick which is aimed at his sternum, obviously wishing to end the fight here. Harry tries to dodge it but only managed to redirect it, receiving the blow to his ribs...

*Crack!*

Harry stumbled as he feels a couple ribs snap under the force of the strike... His adrenaline was pumping and subduing the pain slightly, but he could feel his magic preparing to retaliate... He forces it back down however, not wanting to break the rules. After all, this was to get stronger, not just to win.

Adebayo had allowed Harry to back off slightly, clearing noticing his injuries. Harry drops back into his stance, though, his right arm was lower than before due to the agonizing pain of his broken ribs.

Needless to say, the subsequent fight continued the same as it had before. With Harry getting continually beaten and overpowered. Adebayo had barely broken a sweat at this point, yet Harry was already face down on the ground, bloody, bruised, and defeated.

Around him he could hear the cheer of the other tribesman, yet, there was one voice that hurt the most. His newly made 'friend' Panya was cheering the loudest for her father, laughing and giggling sweetly despite the fact the man had almost crippled Harry. If not for the existence of magic, Harry would not be able to properly recover from this.

Adebayo had already left the ring as Kali approaches, he rolls onto his back as she rests his head on her lap, already brushing her hands across his injuries. She wasn't able to use her own magic, but that didn't mean she couldn't manipulate Harry's. This, of course, required Harry to trust her absolutely, otherwise, his magic would refuse to move, but this wasn't a problem.

Kali smiles down at Harry as he painfully sucks in air, his broken ribs screaming in pain with every breath. "How do you think you did, Master?"

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"T-Terribly." he states, not really having to say it as his current state said it all.

Kali nods, "With injuries like these, most regular people would be crippled for life... Yet, you hear her, don't you?" she questions with a sly grin.

Harry purses his lips, "...Who?"

Kali stifles a chuckle as she shakes her head, "That little friend of yours... Even now she's celebrating her father's victory, she hasn't even checked if you were still alive... How does that make you feel, Master?"

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Harry chews the inside of his cheek, "It hurts... I feel... Jealous? Betrayed..? Angry... Is this why you set up this fight?" he questions, knowing that Kali had a manipulative streak a mile long.

Kali smiles down at him, "Oh, of course not. This really will make you a stronger person, master. I am just curious how you are taking that girl's betrayal."

Harry gives a stuttered sigh, his ribs still annoying him. "Why?"

Kali slides her hands from his ribs to his chest, next, and then to his face. She slowly drags a delicate finger across Harry's bottom lip with flushed cheeks. "So you understand the nature of relationships... No matter how close you may feel with someone, if you are not the closest person to them, betrayal is inevitable." she explains.

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Harry locks eyes with her, "Am I your closest person?" he asks, his voice timid and anxious, yet determined.

Kali looks down at him with a wide, fanged smile, "Of course Master, you are my everything." she states.