We win the first round.

　　The screams from the crowd almost destroy my eardrums as they cheer us on.My heart pounds against my rib cage,Coach waves his hands in front of my face and I slowly snap out of my trance.

　　Sweat stings my eyes,my chest rises and falls in tempo with my breathing.I accept the towel Coach offers me to wipe my face as best as I can under the mask.Ben flashes me a grin.We both fought but he doesn't look half as disoriented as I do.Not fair.He ...