I walk out of the council room/office and find Halos limping his way out.
A smile erupted on me seeing that, 'To think that Harold's new fighting style would be soo good… though it's not really a fighting style if I only keep defending.'
'Still,' I rub the back of my head and remember Halos's kick, 'The danger sense I felt back then wasn't big, but if I hadn't blocked it off with the technique, I'm sure he would have given me a concussion.'
'He also didn't go easy on me; otherwise why would his leg be so banged up.'
'In the end… he fought with his real strength and didn't hold back.' Thinking up to that, I smile even more, 'Now that's a true fighter.'
I follow Halos until I was next to him, "So how's the leg?"
"Broken it seems." He said before looking at me in confusion, "Why are you so hard? It seemed like I hit a stone wall or something! My leg literally broke!"
