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FlameFrags stared at his opponent before him, beneath him, stranded on a rocky outcrop in the deep crater they found themselves in.
Wemmbu had lost.
Wemmbu was beneath him, both literally and metaphorically, so why did this feel wrong?
The mace wielder had admitted it.
“You can be the strongest,” Wemmbu said, not dropping his gaze. Not submitting, never submitting. He had entirely given up, and yet there was still some sliver of pride within him, something that refused to let him bow his head.
Flame almost admired that.
“..Yeah, good,” the tiger had responded, tail swaying behind him idly. It flicked as he turned away, as if dismissing Wemmbu.
Then, Flame was gone.
Wemmbu watched the holographic ping of his name fade away, his communicator blinking out of range, and sighed.
Scanning his inventory, Wemmbu stared at a foreign mace taking up one of the slots. Maybe a few weeks ago, Wemmbu would've kept it for himself. Kept it or burned it, in selfish nature. Keeping it away from the server, keeping him on top of the game, but not anymore.
It crashed to the bottom of the crater as he dropped it, violet irises fixed on the clouds of dust and debris it kicked up.
He looked away.