A Match II.
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Azriel got up from the floor. I doubted if he could see any thing. The last blow was dirty and could have made him see starts during the day. I was losing it up here.
Father noticed that I was not stable. He asked me if something was wrong but queen Ivy answered for me. I got tired of her. She became my mouth piece over night.
I relaxed to my chair and watched the match. Azriel should have stopped it and declare the other man, the winner. But he did not want to give up. He wanted to be the champion in the grave.
"I pray the young lord dies" Queen Ivy said aloud with a smile. I found it hard to believe that she was the one that uttered those words. It was bad to wish someone died. But she felt okay, saying this to poor Azriel.
I shook my head and focused on the match. I hope Azriel realized his mistake before is too late. I hope he gets out of this trouble on time.