User blog comment:Wh!te$tar/ Training Grounds part 1: Writing/@comment-1910960-20121006191848

"You really, truly weren't expecting this. You didn't know this would escalate to such a point.

Really, though, you really thought you could defeat Vendetta? You, a small fourteen-year-old who is barely only reaching three feet tall, taking on an adult Moebian? Sure, she's your anti-self, but they're all evil. They'd kill anything that stood in their way.

You're doubled over, trying to at least temporarily stop the blood from dripping out of the deep gash on your stomach. You've never felt so much pain before.

"How could I..." be so dumb, you think to yourself. That's a good question. Once again, your pride has gotten the best of you, and it is now your downfall. All of the others drove their counterparts away, so why couldn't you?

Oh, that's right.

They're all larger, stronger, faster, and smarter than you. And with your incapability to think something out logically, you're pretty much useless when it comes to fighting.

Yeah, you forgot about that.

You hear her slowly walk towards you, calculating her every step. Your cerulean eyes meet her grey ones, and her scowl seems to intensify.

You are honestly humiliated. Any trace of dignity within you is gone, and...well, what is emotion? You all of a sudden don't feel anything really. It's as if your lack of blood is not only numbing your body.

Things start to blur, and you only just notice her step over you. A sharp sting of pain causes you to hiss as she jerks you back by your shoulders. She's got ahold of the right side of your head, and you barely have any time to comprehend what she's attempting before your head is forced to the right.

You hear a sickening crack, and everything goes dark.